quick script (this one is for you - inspire me)
Eyes found a woman who found me by words then pictures. Uncertainty in obvious altered reality confirmed me in who I was to her. How does one who has been so far away make me feel like I am home in her? This is a return to an existence that ceased to exist the day that moonlight died then night that night became beyond black. When the night sky lost its shape and the mass of it suffocated me until I could not even choke any longer. Yet now in her this night feels like days in what has only been minutes of bliss. I could live here, but I would miss the greatest of her. In that I wait to move delicately forward. Her smile talks to me and her voice holds me tightly hand in hand to guide my heart to the next destination. She moves in words. I read and hear them so that I am not lost, even though secretly I already am. Speak to me baby. Bless my heart and let me hear you say the things that rest on the page of your smile.
