The stripes in one ear.
But through the other, the music of,
timers, chatter, lunch dates, and gossip,
heels clicking across the floor, black, yellow and glossy.
Steam, glass bottles, plastic bottles, recyclable cups and coffee beans and nuts.
Hipsters...
Pomp and derogation and self empowerment your the sake of self indulgence,
and the who knews of what firsts,
and the ******* iPhones!!!
Everywhere looking out there apple eyes, winking at their older brothers,
openly mocking their lack of flash and exclusivity,
(secretly resenting their rarity, in a world washed in white).
Its the 3.
The 4.
The 5, 6, 7, 10!
Look how clean,
Look how much I payed,
Look how little is left of myself, as my own.
I am one.
I am unique.
I am original.
You are one, of a million others.
You are unique, in your perspective of the world.
That of a carriage horse with blinders, led by his driver to buy and throw away and buy again...
You are original.
You are.
You are unique.
You are beautiful.
But you are Nieve, lost in the sea computerized ******* produce.
So you,
you one in a million.
You unique flake of snow, with a pattern all your own.
Let me take you from this place.
To the beginning.
Where the apple got his name.
Where the trees grow fruit to eat.
And the only music is that of the wind.
And the water.
And leaves in the trees.
And when you feel, rather than hear.
You will be the thing you want most.
Yourself.
Yourself alone.

We walk the sands at night.
cold air and a harsh wind brings are bodies closer together.
And in your grasp I feel something long missed and much loved.
Hoping you'll take me down to the waters edge.
and let myself match the rhythm of the waves there as they crash against us.
You are like  those waves strong but fluid and unlike anything else.
A glint of a smile out of the corner of my eye sends quivers down my spine.
Which your hands unknowingly follow and calm.
Reassuring me that I am yours and you are mine.
I stop just long enough for you to look up and let those eyes of perry green lock with mine.
A mile in a minute.
My heart and mind are racing each other.
One realizing the harsh pains of reality to young,
And building up walls and tissue scars to lock the world away.
A pool to wade in the shallows.
living a life without love or pain,
to safe to let another fall scrape my knees and make it harder to walk on.
Don't fall.
Dive! Eyes closed and headfirst,
the second runner in the race calls up.
And what's the worst that could happen.
He another child forced to grow to soon,
teaching himself to walk.
His cadence notched but proud.
A man trying desperately to let go of the rock and drift with the current.
And fearing the rapids to come he releases the stone and is a child once more.
confused and excited.
Always knowing the mouth of the river never moves but the ride you take to get there may move you.
And these are the two.
Runners in my head.
Running over thoughts
and dreams
and fears
and... finally on the edge of the dark holding each other give me the one piece of advise I can use....
So let me hold you and fall into darkness.
Eyes closed and headfirst,
As you whisper in my ear that,
"light is on the way"