that smile
it cuts through me
as a slow saunter through the thickest fog
it doesn't care for my troubles
it doesn't judge who I am
it just sits there
luminous
beneath that mirror in which I see only myself
we are the same
just letting the vestiges of life wash over us
trickling between our bodies, defining our boundaries
I ask if you'll swim out to the depths and drown with me
You happily grab my hand and we run fingertips first into the sea
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
that smile
it cuts through me
as a slow saunter through the thickest fog
it doesn't care for my troubles
it doesn't judge who I am
it just sits there
luminous
beneath that mirror in which I see only myself
we are the same
just letting the vestiges of life wash over us
trickling between our bodies, defining our boundaries
I ask if you'll swim out to the depths and drown with me
You happily grab my hand and we run fingertips first into the sea
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