Do you still remember how to rustle, shake, and dance to the melody of wind and sky? Or do your concrete mirrors only know how to stand still, bitter, and silent?
Can I hold you forever closely in this tender moment? Ah but forgetting you will make finding you oh so much sweeter.
A morning whisper mechanical steps lead me somewhere I once was.
Walk swiftly breathe gently pause abruptly. Where am I going? A second glance through the looking glass to ponder, who are you?
