Dec 2017
How dare he, discover these:
The intimacy before its time
The constant revelations
Untangling and revealing themselves
Slowly over the course of passing time
How jealous still at last am I?
To be on the outside looking in
Wishing that I could be within
For the discovery of such things in mind
The intimacy before its time
The constant revelations
Untangling and revealing themselves
Slowly over the course of passing time
How jealous still at last am I?
To be on the outside looking in
Wishing that I could be within
For the discovery of such things in mind
Most envious of the unseen. The fog which I assume arrives each morning. Hence why...this is as it is. *nods*
