This was meant to be read.
Thank you for playing along.
Its nice to know that there are people on the other end
somewhere, tied together for a split second,
not by a thread we tug in war,
but hold.

I want wind in my face
always blowing new,
to feel the rush across space
and through squinting eyes,
to see white and blue.

Call it freedom,
sing a song
with half written lyrics
completely out of tune
to the beat of nature living
and the humming chorus of the blazing sun.

Come home and
readjust your sight
to a dimmer light.
Lie down in bed and
feel the pain of
muscles stretched and worked
for the first time.
Roll over and sink your body
and let the mattress hug you.
Close your eyes and whiper,
"Today was amazing."

Smile. Sleep. Dream. Build.

To meet a stranger twice
is an anomaly we all see.
Our paths meet again
because I had looked away the first time,
because you had stared straight into my eyes
and walked on and on until you thought it was safe to look back
tenderly.

Life throws us against each other and screams
silently for us to say something,
has 'Hello' become a tongue-twister?
what about 'Hey' or 'Nice day'?

Now I stare at my feet
because if our eyes meet
I won't be able to look away
and then I'll have to speak words
but that might ruin it all
so hush and
rush and
pretend this is the end
to our series of anomalies
because I haven't the courage
to make it a beginning
unless we start
together.