oh you pretty things..

i have choked on beautiful things. it is a definite, physical reaction. because the world really is so big. my teeth clench, my shoulders tense, my arms flail like someone struggling for the surface. the little death. an incomprehensible urge. thinking about outer space makes me weep. because the world really is so big. and i am amazed, amazed, amazed.
i think about the ones i love and my eyes roll back, my back arches, my heart double-beats in an alarming fashion. how could i possibly think about you all in any logical manner? my bones ache. you are in my blood. how i wish a kiss! a glance! a hand held in the dark! could communicate as much!
words are never enough, yet i write them because i know i am not alone in this sentiment. in truth, i would whisper them into someones ear, in any manner of dark place, in any manner of place where presence truly mattered. i would whisper close how big and dangerous ideas can be, how big and dangerous love can be, how big and small and hidden and real we all can be.
do you hear my voice? for i am singing this at the stars...