Blood to the head

I'd love to be one of those colorful early summer days when everybody is happy that you came. When everybody smiles back at you as soon as your eyes cross their eyes. But something has to happen first. I know winter has to come before it blossoms. All the way alone, but together we'll always want to be. Together, drop by drop, one by one 'till waterfalls, and together is all they need to be. I am bleeding joy, still peaceful, I am waiting for patience, I live something beautiful, just thinking not too fast, I am still here when you are calling me. Are you breathing only half the air? Waiting for that same day to come? Are you?