This languid motion, coasting through time. Hoping,
waiting on your return to me. Waiting on nothing more than an idea, conspired
by a desperate mind. I see you in the eyes of others. Your voice soothes the panic. I pick at the scab of my existence. My world is in retrograde by the words you speak, as would yours, if only I could find the right words to say. Your essence surrounds me, it devours me like vapor in early
fall; And, fall I do, but only for you. Slow melodic rhythm sets the stage for the honesty that flows through your lips like liquid. I am encased by the beauty of the moment, floating in an endless dream. I am lucid in your pressence, and you know it....my eternal downfal.