I think I could get lost with you. You’re such a fascination. I watch your eyes and hold your gaze and wonder at the billions of things that go on behind the blue, grey, green. You don’t talk much. But, neither do I. And you don’t have to. Sometimes I think that we’re sharing similar thoughts at similar times when some silly thoughts swim through my mind. Like, “I wish we had a song.” And though, however cliche it sounds in a society of repeats and do overs… There’s just no melody that could live up to you. The music of your gesture, and the rhythm of your breath are a song my soul remembers without ever knowing it before.
Created: Mar 12, 2011lacyann Document Media