When you wander, it's not necessarily because you're lost or because you're looking for something. Sometimes, it's like looking through an old photo album, wandering for the sake of discovering what has been there the whole time, like realizing you and your cousin wore the same yellow party dress, like searching the dusty corners of your being to find the place where your soul calls home.
August 21, 2010
Missing a line.
The wind blows as I think the crickets sing the frogs speak the rain falls against my window and I have everything except one thing because without you it doesn't make sense the beauty is incomplete but you will never know that because we are just friends you know everything about me but my one little secret when the leaves rustle I hear your voice so speak softly my dear.
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