aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - and i slip once more into a holding pattern, all sighs and mundane steps. but i had such a lovely feeling today - that is, i felt so free. i tasted fire and grinned down clouds and was pleasantly unsurprised with my momentary glance of you - colors and soft thoughts, nothing more. of course, it all has to end. except that nothing ever ends. we'll all keep tracing our dizzy contrails and spiral off over the horizon to new pursuit, new blue raptures, new sheltered smiles and knowing glances. but in the meantime i will cherish your strange soft voice - i've heard it but a handful of times - like i have done so many times in the past. i will cherish our imagined synchronicity and pretend it isn't imagined and all the time i will picture that inevitable moment when we will sit on whitewashed stone and our hands will graze and our lines will relax against each other and we will lean (just a little) and gaze over the valley into forever.
12:26 a.m. - 2011-03-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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