Fresh eyes
Blue skies

Mud piles and
Long whiles

Hearts as pure as gold
Lives with more to be told

Toes that know no ends
And arms that reach past ten

Cold and bright
Make for a warm awakening

hearing you breathing
lays my restless mind at peace
soothing me asleep

There are pauses in between musical notes and stops between an artist's strokes and periods in between a writer's sentences. We have come to an end. We have come to a stop. But sometimes the only way to continue is to halt. The only way to begin is to end.

- apbq, pauses and stops

I love you,

but,

You're too good for me.

I love you.