You insist that you never wanted me in any other way and I believe you.
You never thought of me in that light and I never thought I could believe.
Without proof, further investigation, further negotiation. Without words.
I believe you. I do.
Even when you are distant, even when I am loud and vague.
The Beatles. Local Bands. Long walks. Book-talks. Red. Dark Stair ways. New. Sea. Night. Words. Songs. No friends. No interventions. No stories to tell. Firsts. Rebels. Silences. Laughter. Childhood stories. Imagination. Anything to eat. Selective taste in food. Clothes. No clothes. Who was who. Dates. Cold feet. Hold your hand. Shock. Insight. God. Existance. Agnostic. Liberal. Conservative. Judgmental.Radical. Apathetic. Khalil Gibran. Instrumental. MUN. Poetry from your lips. Nothingness. Unity. Light. Absolute truth. Belief...
puzzle pieces, juvenile analysis, lots of fooling around and making sense out of it all.
This reminded me of good days.
ReplyDeleteI'd add telepathy.
good days