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~Few Will Understand~
Impressions in my mind, shadows of the truth haunt and propel. So much so, I forget the words I say, so much so, things scarcely make any sense. I hear myself, gentle utterances spring forth; I know them to be true. Please take your time. My fingers in your hair…
...I am lost, lost to the wind like the leaves of the trees, lost to waves like a shell in the sand. Where shall I resurface? Where might I soar or glide? The trip along the way may be long. It may end soon. I am not sure where I am bound or where I am bound to go. Perhaps a spiral draft will thrust me upward, suppose…an undertow could pull me beneath a glassy wave.
Shift, shift, shift. I will remember the imprints of your fingertips, despite the demands of change, through the currents of the seas and the fury of the skies. No matter the distance no matter the time my aching body will sustain your words and my salty sweet lips will be the bearer of a smile which few will understand.
Impressions in my mind, shadows of the truth haunt and propel. So much so, I forget the words I say, so much so, things scarcely make any sense. I hear myself, gentle utterances spring forth; I know them to be true. Please take your time. My fingers in your hair…
...I am lost, lost to the wind like the leaves of the trees, lost to waves like a shell in the sand. Where shall I resurface? Where might I soar or glide? The trip along the way may be long. It may end soon. I am not sure where I am bound or where I am bound to go. Perhaps a spiral draft will thrust me upward, suppose…an undertow could pull me beneath a glassy wave.
Shift, shift, shift. I will remember the imprints of your fingertips, despite the demands of change, through the currents of the seas and the fury of the skies. No matter the distance no matter the time my aching body will sustain your words and my salty sweet lips will be the bearer of a smile which few will understand.