we are all waiting to be found.August 17, 2012I met a girl five years ago on a train to Paris and she told me she was running away. I asked her why, and she said she didn't know why—just that she had lots of things in her life that would justify her escape.She held a cup of coffee in her left hand and periodically, she'd inhale the steady steam and sigh. I think she caught me staring at her once when her nostrils were on the plastic lid, so she explained that the smell of caffeine kept her heartstrings alive.Her eyes were forever open, as if she never stopped to blink because she was afraid she'd miss something, and the sun sat on her eyelashes like birds on a wi
b-flat minori wonder if there is any differencebetweenlosing you or leaving youit isn't a choice,just some fodderfor my thoughts as i take another sipof truth serum,clarity through poison just likeyou said it shouldn't be.and truth be told i can't tell why it still slips away, circular logic keeps my eyelids open,dry eyesmigrainefield of vision turning liquidand i stillfeel nothing when i think of me.
'metaphorically speaking'you're tumbling with me through a sea of clothand our bodies are waves crashing into one another.lips crushing together, our waists whisper their longings.tracing your collarbones with kisses,i giggle, you shiver, you smile.you're atop a forest and i'm down in the valleys. grasping the arch of my back, your fingers like torches, i shiver, you giggle, we moan.i'm tumbling with you through a field of skin and our bodies are blades of grass slightly licking each otherwhen the wind blows over and through us.we shiver.