182 Quotes by Aspen Matis

Smiling at an echo of his voice on my mind’s stage, I felt the void of all I hadn’t said.

Nights alone in my yellow kitchen, I made myself hot chocolate. I missed my mother. In my window, maple leaves rusted, young fall blooming.

Swallowed up in the belly of the whale of infatuation, I now needed to distract myself in order to stay happy. Because our unknowable future shadowed the countenance of my soul.

I could not deny that in this attractive city, without compelling assignments or any deadlines to reach for, all painful catalysts for growth had been eliminated, erased from my existence like the rogue lines in a sketch—the unexpected marks that make the picture’s expression passionate and real, gone now. Living here, I was growing complacent again, seduced by a stagnant state of mind I hated to indulge—

Seamless like a fall leaf changing color, my will switched powerfully.

I wished I could keep everything I witnessed like a photograph, to forever hold this electric aliveness.

Held in his piercing powder-blue vision, I froze. A butterfly awakened in my chest.

Under gold clouds, he pushed the limits of my body, setting a faster pace—some days surpassing forty rugged miles, unstopping through morning’s thick peach haze; noon’s warmth; red evening sun.

His simple words of implied tomorrows made me feel secure, adored.