In the middle of everything,
my soul is touched by
something so perishable
as you.
(l.p)
So, lately there's this woman and I can't seem to not feel anything when I look at her. She has this incredibly beautiful face and this adorable smile. Whenever she smiles at me it's like the whole world stops dead before my eyes and everything left his her and this striking feeling inside of me. The small encounters are moments of presence between to people but simultaneously pure and simple acts of kindness. But I feel more and sometimes I know deep within in my heart that she does too.