It was a cold California,. Even in the summer,. She was wrapped in a blanket by the pool,. There were rapid statements,. About life commitments,. A sense of heat that I couldn't bare to touch,.
"You Ready? 1.2.1.2". . Where do you go?. when you have no where to turn?. the roads connect. to the bridges you've burned. to reach the end. . you've been calling.
Distance means nothing to me.. It only makes me want to see you longer.... My words just like a mentioned kiss. With every letter they are growing stronger....
Eyes open, I'm wide awake. I feel I'm in a coma state. I'll lay here on my back and watch the fan turn. . Conversations cross my mind, but nothing of the speaking kind.