My hand stretches out.
I touch.
My mind's eye catches yours.
I connect.
My imagination takes over.
I dream.
My love depends.
I fall.
Softly.
My senses come to terms with my surroundings.
I am looking in the mirror, delving into my soul.
I've connected with my loneliness.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
My hand stretches out.
I touch.
My mind's eye catches yours.
I connect.
My imagination takes over.
I dream.
My love depends.
I fall.
Softly.
My senses come to terms with my surroundings.
I am looking in the mirror, delving into my soul.
I've connected with my loneliness.
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