A Simple Cry:
Today my bare feet aren't brave enough,
perhaps tomorrow or the day after,
I wish for sand between my toes and sunshine,
I long to remember the days when you and I were making each other laugh,
If my heart could speak, what language would it choose to convey its very bottom?
And so instead I wonder what... kind of food hell serves, fried perhaps.
What is love if not the universe's beat and hope for the human kind and spirit?
I'll miss you today, tomorrow and always.
-me
10.30.09
