a mess of poetry.
There was something in the way you first looked at me, i think it was probably similar to the way i looked at you, with curiosity. we walked into each others lives so randomly and i think that is intrigues me so much is the way you slowly became a part of my story that one day i will tell, but slowly we walked out of each others sight, but never out of each others thoughts… I think everyone needs to walk away and so i don’t blame either of us for things that could’ve but didn’t happen because we walked away because after awhile we couldn’t take the overwhelming sound that was coming from the silence between us and we walked right back to the comforting aroma that is talking to the other/// honestly i don’t know where we are going from where we are right now but i am perfectly fine with staying in the comfort of what is the here and now, as long has you will have me in your here an now… just know you are more than welcome in mine,