you

i smile when i think of you. i try to find a way to put into words onto paper into my hands the feelings i feel the thoughts that crash into my mind the songs on my heartstrings that resonate through my body through my bones through the night though the walls ...the covers

i am a canvas and you the oils. paint me. cover me with your colours your reds your greens your blues . make me real. make me classique. i am a gourmand and you my last meal. haute cuisine. i crave you need you miss you dream you to life ...to death

you are happy you are sad loud faint clear ablur.
you are here there present absent.

we dance we stand
we wave we long
we. w e
e


i blog
you read
i doubt

i’m ready
when you are

go. just go.

hic extraneus sum