While You Were Sleeping

Black and white shot of man in casual clothes sleeping and resting on sofa inside
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While you were sleeping, I found inspiration to write. I watched the halo of light from the setting sun spill in through your bedroom window and kiss your skin in a way I couldn’t help but envy. Moving slowly over your cheeks and your shoulder blades, down your hip bones. Casting golden spells over all of the parts of you that I can never seem to stop touching. While you were sleeping, I watched in fascination as your lungs exchanged oxygen for the stuff that plants need to survive. I felt the forest in my chest aching, begging to grow in your direction; desperate to lean toward your light. Limbs and roots eager to touch you, too.

While you were sleeping, I finally understood why people put up with the things they do for the sake of love. I understood why everything that has anything to do with art begins and ends there. I understood why this emotion and form of existence is the breeding ground for creation, hope, and purpose. I finally understood why nothing before you has ever worked out.

While you were sleeping, I realized that the human anatomy is art all its own. For the first time, I found validation of the theory of Creationism. There is no way you exist by accident. There is no way that your beauty is simply a result of coincidence; Random strands of evolution, and lack of consciousness. I am thoroughly convinced that someone, or something divine conscientiously put a lot of effort, love, and thought in to stringing together your bones and forming your existence.

While you were sleeping, I found God. I confided in the cobwebs on your bedroom ceiling; Naming them, after all, that is holy, and prayed harder than I ever have before.

I prayed that, just maybe, you were dreaming of me. TC mark

Gina Clingan

I'm trying.

This is me letting you go

If there’s one thing we all need to stop doing, it’s waiting around for someone else to show up and change our lives. Just be the person you’ve been waiting for.

At the end of the day, you have two choices in love – one is to accept someone just as they are and the other is to walk away.

We owe it to ourselves to live the greatest life that we’re capable of living, even if that means that we have to be alone for a very long time.

“Everyone could use a book like this at some point in their life.” – Heather

Let go now

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