Dec 05, 2009 02:29
A kind of comfort that is invisible
Like a tight rope that wraps us together.
A kind of connection that is felt, not seen
Like an immensely pleasurable feeling that you cannot explain
It could be a day filled with intense activities
It could be a day of movies, in bed with each other
It could be peeling off the thin slices of your mask
It could be a glance, a touch or even an inside joke
Days with you will be like an ECG chart
a sketch of mountains and valleys
But days without, will just be a flatline
lost and lifeless in the dark.
Krabi 2009