There's beauty in silence; hell, I get a rush just from watching her get ready. From the way she combs her hair, to finding those matching shoes with the top to wear. I get that same jones from watching her make the bed, or watching her brush her teeth; from the precision she shows when she's puttin' toe nail polish on her perfectly smooth feet. It's all poetry in motion, a song without music in the back...the most raw and vulnerable kind. The feeling she gives me makes me wanna pack up, and set up shop inside her head, so I can know everything that's goin' on in her mind.
Honestly, there's no other way of putting it. I refuse to believe this feeling is too good to be true, and since it isn't, there's only one more thing left to say...I want you.
3/3/08 @ 11:12 A.M.
Photo by Clifton Henri