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Miss Daylight

I've decided to start calling you Miss Daylight.  Of all the things that I've come up with to refer to you on this blog, I like Miss Daylight the most.  Who is Miss Daylight?  Miss Daylight is, this girl, someone that I once crossed paths with, that made me feel like no other girl has ever made me feel, I would marry that girl in a heartbeat without hesitation if she were ever mutual interested.  But, well, as we all know, she's not...

But today I was thinking, well, you know, maybe Miss Daylight will be just the whisper of that girl that once caught my heart.  Maybe she'll be someone that I just will always be completely and absolutely head over heels for.  Even until my very last dying breath.  Miss Daylight will always be that one that I wish I could have had.

But perhaps Miss Daylight could also refer to perhaps a future love that could be with someone else, not that I have anyone else at the moment.  But as these things go, one thing is for sure, there are always new people that come into our lives.  Even though we have those people that are out of our lives who once were part of our lives, we still have small pieces of those people.  The pieces... The little bits and hints of love that are always extinguished so quickly.

Maybe I'll start a story and name the character Miss Daylight.  Maybe it will turn into a Field of Dreams type of scenario.  Maybe if instead of building it... I'll write about it.  I'll write about love, and perhaps it will come.

Maybe Miss Daylight will turn into that love that I've been searching for.  Not the Miss Daylight from my past.  But perhaps some new Miss Daylight.  Perhaps some completely unexpected person that I've yet to cross paths with... Will be another Miss Daylight.

After all before there was Miss daylight there were other girls that did capture my fancy.  Though, none quite at the level that Miss Daylight did... But I had no idea that her level of fancy was anywhere near what it was until I met her.  There's always a far larger mountain.  You might think the largest mountain near you is huge... Until you find a large one.

And then that one blows your mind.

Miss Daylight...  When I met Miss Daylight, my feet were still prickly from my previous love interest.  Prickly feet are the worst.  That's when you love someone, and they don't love you back.  It makes your feet feel as though tiny little pins and needles are poking the soles of your feet.  Tiny little pins and needles that also feel like burning sand.  Hot midday summer burning sun sand shimmering in the daylight.  What causes it?  General it's because you think of someone that is thinking of someone else.

It's supposed to deter you from thinking of that person.  Every little memory or wish about that person will make your feet even more prickly.  So you try not to think about that person so as to sooth your soles.  It's no use.  They burn away as you yearn away.  Prickly feet as I like to call it can only be fixed by one thing... A new love.  Why?  Because the thoughts are reciprocated.  When you think loving thoughts in the direction of someone that also things them back... It returns you to feeling whole again so your feet return again to a comfortable state.  The new love is like finally stepping into the relief of ocean water. Where the burning sand meets the cool wet sand to take away the pain on the soles of your prickly feet.

Until that happens.  You suffer.  You learn from the pain.  You learn why your feet prickled in the first place and you remember that so that when the next Miss Daylight comes around, you don't make the same mistakes to suffer again from prickly feet.

My feet are still very much so in a burning prickly pins and needle state as they have been for some time.  You never get used to it.  You just get used to dealing with the prickly pain.  A reminder of what not to do the next time another Miss Daylight comes into your life.

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