There is a life lesson found upon your lips.
A secret to life transcendence.
No longer consistent to the thought of what happens next.
This is the value of your lips.
A connection of where dream becomes reality.
Curious to how a simple desire can find it's way to someday.
Some day equating to here, now, the comfort of knowing there is a vast well
of purpose.
A deep sense of need.
This is how I bumble across your lips.
Fumbling in anticipation.
A seminar that's somehow found it's way into everyday.
Lost in every word, taking those same words and placing them somewhere
where they mean much more.
This place is in my heart.
Immersing myself in the way that I see you.
Presenting myself in a way that contributes to constantly looking up.
The value of making myself present everyday.
Engaging my eyes in a way that you can't help but notice.
A innovative sense of passion.
Knowing to touch, taste.
This goes far beyond each throb that triggers my heart to beat a bit harder.
A tad bit faster.
Collectively, this same vast sensation is cause by you.
This pure breakthrough of appearing meek as I've humbled myself in the footnote of our next conversation.
Creating the insight that I now know why I bumble across your lips.
Finding that I was never inside of myself at all.
That I was merely on the outside, catching myself stare at you.
This crackle of electricity buzzing of a broken line.
As I've filtered everything out that isn't your voice.
Excited by the thrill of not knowing what to do with all this excitement that you've caused.
Relaxed in the way that the wire sizzles, knowing that nothing is wrong.
But instead, realizing that everything happens just as it's suppose to