You are... An idea. I mean, you're real; but to me you're an idea. A fantasy. A thought of the future.
Yes, You've inspired other thoughts. Thoughts of smiles, music... Remembering feelings I've forgotten over time.
Thoughts of age difference,which could also be called age seperation. Thoughts of the thoughts you might not ever think About me, or over the thought of thinking ANY thought about me. Thoughts of you're-too-cool-for-me, thoughts of our mAybe three or four words we've shared. In a span of knowIng eachother for six months. Not that long, not thAt many words. I guess that makes sense.
Then there's that other idea... And then comes age seperation Again, but not as dramatic this time. The idea of the ocean eyes, the laughter, the kindness, the joking, the dreams of your future, the interests. The dream of us talking again.
Then there's the final idea. The idea that these people are not ideas. The idea that His will will be done in time and the previous people me mentioned might not have one second of time to do with His will. Or one of them might even be THE will. Or they were put in my life to show me a glimpse of an idea of what Your will is. Or not.
But the idea, or reality rather; that HE is alive and everywhere is the greatest reality of all.
Just go with the flow and see where He takes you. We're messages in bottles floating in the Ocean. Who will throw us back in the water and who then will keep us? Is God the wind and thr Holy Spirit the ocean?
