All in a line.
Contiguous hands,
trembling.
Shy as fuck,
the moon is obscure.
A conversation,
a song, and some moves.
Some days are lived,
others observed,
the rest,
are evanescent.
Failed attempts, tears shed,
and the popcorn crushing heard on the head.
Living and observing,
a stage is reached.
Where special things happen to me.
Meanwhile,
Shy as fuck,
the moon is obscure.
WOW! This is NICE!
ReplyDelete" Some days are lived, the others observed."
Personally I always felt that life moved on like the domino effect, but we only changed between the point one domino had started falling and hadn't yet touched the other.
:)
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