University at BYU was a blast. And now it's time to move on...
Sunday, January 26, 2014
"You send me to the moon and back to June..."
Please Pass the Salt By: Amelia Rose For Alex ♥ There is a longing For something An emotion that swells And releases Like the waves on the seashore. Once a week, once a month, once a day? It doesn’t matter. When it comes it’s there And I feel it. I love to feel it. Love to indulge in it, Even when it hurts. Even though it hurts, Always. Fond memories of a time, a place long past Memories of joy Of comfort, of peace. Even if that time was short-lived. It was there. It was real. It was right. And I feel it. Every day I feel it A secret in the corner of my heart, of my soul. I want to touch it But I cannot. I want to tell someone But no one can understand. There is a longing For something Something as indescribable As the taste of salt. Something that savours just as sweet upon the tip of the tongue Enhances the flavor of every hour, every day But it is something I can’t wish for Something I can’t hope for A place, a time I can never go back to And for that it is bitter. Like salt. There is a longing For something Something beautiful. A love, a house, a memory, a carefree joy. Like running through the woods shooting down the badguys of our childhood dramas. Like walking on the floodwall, playing guitar hero, and sucking miserably. Well, at least you never did. Like going for a dip in the pool On a hot summer day. Or even a cold autumn one. Like building forts, climbing trees, riding bikes In the middle of the street. Where it’s dangerous. Like mother always warned against. She always told us to stay away from the danger. Like we ever did. It was those dangerous situations That helped us grow, helped us learn Made us who we are. So in the long run, I guess they were good, weren't they? There is a longing! Such a powerful longing. For something beautiful, Something glorious! Something sweet, Something bitter, Something sad. Everything wonderful… It is a longing For home.