Where the rubber meets the road
hazing and long, cresting that endless hill. to the sky i see it, crusted all in baby pink and baby blue. twirling and entertwined, how i want to be. its ironic, favoritism aside even, though mostly simply that. how something so close is so far away. how illumination brings it all out from a dull void of black, to pastels beyond imagination. exubberant and bright. childlike. kept in a small place we fall into content, never questioning but never quite happy. let go and we are never quenched always looking and wondering yet never quite content. happiness is without a gauge only to be found inside. our mind molds and twists twirling into our own world. every aura of a world totally unexplored.
its that longing and waiting, its your favorite color, its how you walk, its how your big toe is, its your key cat, its your smell, its your bed, its your hips, its your nose, its your green or blue eyes, its everything i dont know that i will find out, its your smile, its your back, its still............unexplainable.
its that longing and waiting, its your favorite color, its how you walk, its how your big toe is, its your key cat, its your smell, its your bed, its your hips, its your nose, its your green or blue eyes, its everything i dont know that i will find out, its your smile, its your back, its still............unexplainable.