I stir a pot filled with emotions I just can’t seem to describe
Words boil between my reality and dreams
Biting thru pressed lips
Regrets of what was lost and truly never was bubbling at me- the desolation starts to haunt
Turning off the flame I lay the spoon down
I drift
I envision the grass beneath my feet
Facing all four corners of the wind
The crispness of air- it taunts
There is no outside warmth-only that of my own beating heart
A circle of breeze- the loneliness
I exhale, close my eyes
I catch of glimpse of his hands from the memories I’ve placed
The longing of comfort
The thickness and protruding veins
Strength flowing throw his fingers
The attractiveness of his hands
I want to paint a lasting image
Hmm, I begin to wonder…
I can’t describe why I imagine them when I drift between worlds
The magnetic attraction of this unknown man
He only exists between the light and space in the darkness of my mind
I don’t want to open my eyes