Behind these eyes,
there is a story.
A way in.
A way out.

Breathing silently through closed doors,
we enter our minds at ease,
bringing the balance to play.
Look at me, and wonder.
Listen closely for I do not speak,
there is but a simple beat.
Follow, desires.

Feel that?
Gently glide through the motions,
paint a picture.
With your mind.
I feel you,
You feel me.©

2013 - Miranda Mack-Jackson