Mar 01, 2006 10:32
Staying up late,
chatting on the phone...
We haven’t spoken for months
& it feels like not a day has passed
in-between.
We pick up
where we left off,
wherever that was.
It feels so good,
so comfortable,
so natural,
so intimate
talking to you again.
You’ve grown...
and it’s nice.
Philosophy so intriguing,
so intense...
And yet, you haven’t
changed a bit.
Honest, perhaps too honest;
You tell me more than I ought to know.
But I’m honored
at the exploding intensity of passion
erupting from your soul.
I’m no more of a trigger to you
than you are to me.
And I wish you could see
how you still make me smile so.
-When depression has made roots
and grown deep to it’s full potential,
You have a way of digging holes,
pulling out those weeds, planting seeds,
and turning them into flowers
instantaneously.