My car.
Something that could take us anywhere,
anywhere at all we want to go.
That was where we were,
where we diminished the disconnection between us.
We know that we are capable of anything,
but only as we.
My car,
it became our possibility.

Shouldn’t we want to be ugly?
To have someone love us,
and be aesthetically incompetent.  
There would be no doubt,
no doubt in my mind.
That is to be truly loved.
Who wouldn’t want that?

Your passion for knowing,
that’s what I love.

Anxiously awaiting,
a gasp of breath.
The slight sound,
a single word with endless depth.
Never-ending thoughts leave me lost,
in seas of awe.
Painting pictures of your mind,
thoughts forever without flaw.