your soft voice lingers.
my heart grieves in the new day
your absence miles deep.
group skinny-dip??? i am in
tiger
beach or mountains?
scrambled eggs and brown rice... boring but nourishing...
tonight a glass or two of wine.
some days i feel deserted.
but i am well aware,
if i am honest,
that in truth i desert myself
and accept circumstances.
blaming myself is my method
as well as making choices
with obvious outcomes.
my heart is wounded
by my own hand.
but still,
i miss you...
every breath.
strength training...
walking/running....
i am already getting ready to do a half-marathon in february 2014.... i must be crazy...
ginger ale! (vernors, of course)
sitting at the shop
listening to words float on...
kites not meant for me.
i am not sure his choice of character fits his sweet personality. he obviously feels things deeply. i like that.
i long for your time
and crave the ink of your words
to mark my soft heart.
hold my hand.
kiss the corner of my mouth.
touch me there.
let stars be kisses
i will fly your heart to be
the whole milky way.