There is something incredible and yet almost impetuously destructive about making eye contact with a total stranger. It's like I can see through a soul on a street-corner. And it sends an emotional surge like a heroin fix through the tangles of my veins leading straight to my heavy heart. Sometimes I can't explain this weird feeling that overwhelms me. It can happen anywhere and almost instantly and the feeling is synonymous and interchangeable with a number of feelings and meanings. But it can't just fit into any simple terms or convenient definitions. It's neither bad nor good, but almost godly. The only way to describe it is that it's fleeting. Romantic. Poetic really.
I enjoy simple solitude. My encounters with any number of you may be few and far between but it just has to be this way. It has to. For now. Until I wake up and it doesn't have to anymore.
It's now 2009. It was New Years Eve 08 only a few short days ago. This means it's been three whole years since... three years....Jesus.
xo Lo.
If I could show you the ocean in the look of an eye... I would.
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