To hug, to hold, to kiss
then breathe
She needs to be alone
inside that thought
is a melting pot
of connections
she could never make
Another time,
on another page
she will be lost
in time
in a memory
and a longing
to capture
what she can’t
find
Tag: Inside
Blue skies, sad skies, my skies
Taken with a Lomography Action Sampler
I looked outside
and saw my friends
blue eyed frosted cynics
inviting me in.
As they laughed and shook
their foreign heads
I asked,
Is the moment
more important
or the person?
Glass doors
they seemed opaque
but strangely
filtered some light in,
tiny streams
of yellow murky brown,
through the snow
of people
who belonged here.
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