My Angel looks beautiful. Your Angel. Our Angels.
And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me?
I laid in the snow. I was alone. In the snow. Laying there.
How does one describe it.
Snow flurries were racing across my face... just speeding by, and they went on forever, so many, so deep... forever.
I starting trying to understand. It was beautiful and new so I wanted to understand it. It was speeding, millions, it was time. Time. Time was racing in front of me. Washington, Columbus. So many, so deep, strings racing by. One large room full of time racing by.
I made an Angel. Then I imagined you there. I dont know you. Ive seen pictures. Before I saw pictures I couldnt exactly picture who you would look like. YOU... yeah that you. But you look like him, I think, you radiate. radiate? Its a glow, an aura that emits from you. You'll make a wonderful actor, beautiful life.
I talked to you. You just appeared and sat down next to me. Layed down next to me. And made one too. We talked about time. The flurries were your time too. You thought like me, it was wonderful, you were me in that instance. I reashed out my hand. My hand was already out. From when I made one. I asked you to hold my hand.
I thought, in the snow we need to touch, contact, it warms us, it completes us, it fills us. When you held my hand the cold was gone, because you made me think.
I though, the fire makes us seperate. The passion, thats the dessert. The passion keeps people away, one doesnt need to hold someone whenever they are on fire, in the dessert. I need to hold you. thats passion. Its coldness that brings people together. As if it were the end of time and the world had changed, more than anything you want to be with someone. I want to be with you, but I must let it cool over, so that then we are pushed together by the cold.
I let go of your hand, and standing up, but not, I just sensed it.
"Your Angel is beautiful."
"Your Angel is beautiful too."
There was another there with red hair and I felt complete because of that. Our Angels looked beautiful.
"I like your angel."
Angels.
Pretty soon the snow will cover them there in the light.
Your Angel will be gone again.
My Angel looked lonely without yours.
And hers.
So I wrote my name.
Blaz
I laid in the snow. I was alone. In the snow. Laying there.
How does one describe it.
Snow flurries were racing across my face... just speeding by, and they went on forever, so many, so deep... forever.
I starting trying to understand. It was beautiful and new so I wanted to understand it. It was speeding, millions, it was time. Time. Time was racing in front of me. Washington, Columbus. So many, so deep, strings racing by. One large room full of time racing by.
I made an Angel. Then I imagined you there. I dont know you. Ive seen pictures. Before I saw pictures I couldnt exactly picture who you would look like. YOU... yeah that you. But you look like him, I think, you radiate. radiate? Its a glow, an aura that emits from you. You'll make a wonderful actor, beautiful life.
I talked to you. You just appeared and sat down next to me. Layed down next to me. And made one too. We talked about time. The flurries were your time too. You thought like me, it was wonderful, you were me in that instance. I reashed out my hand. My hand was already out. From when I made one. I asked you to hold my hand.
I thought, in the snow we need to touch, contact, it warms us, it completes us, it fills us. When you held my hand the cold was gone, because you made me think.
I though, the fire makes us seperate. The passion, thats the dessert. The passion keeps people away, one doesnt need to hold someone whenever they are on fire, in the dessert. I need to hold you. thats passion. Its coldness that brings people together. As if it were the end of time and the world had changed, more than anything you want to be with someone. I want to be with you, but I must let it cool over, so that then we are pushed together by the cold.
I let go of your hand, and standing up, but not, I just sensed it.
"Your Angel is beautiful."
"Your Angel is beautiful too."
There was another there with red hair and I felt complete because of that. Our Angels looked beautiful.
"I like your angel."
Angels.
Pretty soon the snow will cover them there in the light.
Your Angel will be gone again.
My Angel looked lonely without yours.
And hers.
So I wrote my name.
Blaz