You know how when you're at that stage, that truly special stage? All you can see is each other, no one else exists. Even in a crowded public space, no other eyes catch yours; invisible strings pull you two to each other, opaque walls block off all else. All you see is each other. When … Continue reading When Does the Crowd Come Back?
Lightbulbs around the sun. My eyes; raised up. Heart; lifted and open. Your face darkens and I see the shadows of fear and worry. You forget that you are the sun. And all the lightbulbs can die.