Sunday, April 13, 2014
To crawl inside your skin. To See through your eyes. To Listen through your ears. To Touch through your hands. To Know your thoughts and Why. Talk. I'll listen. Just to hear the sound of your voice. my lips are silent with anticipation. the beating of my heart is the only sound I make. I see the shell but it is what is underneath that i truly desire. I am grasping for a door, a window, a crack to see. Just a small glimpse of the wonder and beauty inside. But I cannot find it. I am here. You are there. Like swings moving out of sink quickly gliding past with only a blur to reveal who you are.