I can't remember much.
Blakely left two years ago. He was short.
And he was feisty.
But he had such a positive outlook on everything.
It seemed like when things couldn't get any worse; they did.
That didn't defer the smile from his face.
I hear the stories.
You've gotten lost in the snow storms,
I've always had to laugh and your text messages.
Forever trying to carve out your place in the ice...
Blakely stayed with us for most of the summer.
He slept on our couch.
..An endless summer.
It could have stayed that way forever.
That summer was waking up to you every morning sprawled out on the couch.
Every morning I'd give you a newspaper to the face to wake you up.
Or sick the dog on you.
What ever mood I was in..
There was work to be done; children to teach tennis,
And a pink box filled with donuts, waiting to be eaten.
Everyday I'd put on a skirt,
A size-to-big T-shirt and throw my hair up.
It takes a real man to appreciate the beauty of a tennis player.
That is all our lives were:
Tennis, swimming, friends, and lunches at the beat up burger place a block away from the courts.
That summer should have lasted forever...
You were always so nice.
Blakely always had something to say about everything.
He was like my brother;
Just a year older than me.
He gave me a concussion.
We were having a yard sale.
Everything that was lay out in front of us all looked pretty worthless...
Except for the stories we put out on the table.
There was me and you,
And a not very sturdy clothing rack.
I can't remember how you gave me a concussion.
I only remember the stories we told about first loves, sadness and our lives.
But we all know you had to leave.
You left us..
You left behind the beach and the tennis.
You left your school, our couch, and our lives; if not only for a moment.
That summer should have lasted forever..
Had too. Though i didn't have a choice, sometimes good things make way for better things. Even though it takes forever to see it. I always said things are best taken care of with the right outlook. But sometimes there is no outlook, no theory, no philosophy that gets you through whatever curveball that's thrown your way. Sometimes jellyfish, all you can do, is just keep waiting. And waiting. Eventually the lights come on, and you can see exactly where you're standing. You can see the distance between you and the door, and begin to see how every step between you and your entrance, leads to where you'll stand now, then, hell even where you were. When lights come on, you get a hint at just how big the room you're in actually is. However, lights are fleeting, and your eyes need time to adjust, so you're left with hints, whispers of vision that illuminate for only an instant. But its these instants that make life worth living. For if everything made sense to me, if i understood everything that would happen tommorow, i wouldn't have much reason to want to be here tommorow would i? Life is full of suprises, that's what it is. Definitions are for god, and it takes a full life time to hear them. As of now, i never want to wake up a day and not be surprised. And i think this is a philosophy that will stay, all the way till the lights come on for good.
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