Five Hundred Words

If I had five hundred words before I die,

I would tell you how I feel as concisely while maintaining the raw essence of my aspirations

I would reach out to as many people as I can, with a hundred “Hello’s” to brighten the day of those who thought this day would be the last of their existence

Or one “Hello” over a loud speaker so that a hundred people can hear it….efficiency

If I had five hundred words left,

I would finally cash out the bottle that contained all of the pennies that have accumulated for your thoughts

While searching for the constant others that I tossed into all those wishing wells as the wish of you becoming mine finally became a reality…

In order to deposit them into the savings account of my heart in order to accrue more of your interest

I wouldn’t speak the whole five hundred words, but rather act them out keeping in mind that

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I would use these 500 to create so many pictures that I would create the Sistine Chapel to show off to the world that you are picture perfect

No filter…

I know that if I speak with the notion of 500 words left, those that matter would ask for an explanation thus utilizing 37 extra words and yes I have counted. So I would hope they can figure out the prose of realization just by looking into the whites of my eyes…while I remain speechless

With these five hundred words

I would only need 3 to tell those I care about how I feel,

While only using 2 for those who gave me these wounds while trying to escape the barrel of life

And using the majority to give a voice to those that cannot muster up the courage to say what is on their mind.

Most importantly I know that if I were to spend my last words on earth with anyone, it would be you

Limitless Thoughts, Limited Colloquies

Wishing that I had more to say, but knowing that our hearts are so intertwined that you identify what I am to say before its utterance

And while the words I have left hastily deplete, know that if I was ever speechless in the time that I was here, just know that it wasn’t because I didn’t have words to say

But rather because the thoughts that I had for you became my ghostwriter, allowing the words that I wanted to say to resonate off of my spirit with such magnitude that you can feel it miles away

And know that those five more minutes we could’ve spent on the phone wasn’t because I was tired, but because I wanted to see you in my dreams so badly, that I couldn’t wait to go to sleep

I hope that I gave you enough pieces of me, so that when it is all said and done I can say that I…