Just a glance paints a picture
Images of some other era
Non-existent ideas
That maybe laughed, wept
Danced
Steam rising from slick skin
The starlight illuminating us
Perhaps we found unexplored places
Dined on fabulous food
Lived
Fought
Loved
But.
Here we are
In this circle of broken people
So just a glance
Lets me imagine
Occasionally you write about random people you are in group therapy with, because you still aren't ready to actually deal with your own problems.
I don't really feel this hopeless romanticism anymore, but I started my page with the intention of posting the old with the new as well.
