2014-February

A long discussion, in between walls…what are the lives of the living? Filled with laughter and tears; the drama of our human existence.

how can we be free and live next to strangers? how can we act as though we don't want to love through the routine? it's as easy as 1,2,3. Can't you see the beauty in the pitter-patter?

1000 ways to love your lover…we smell, we breathe deep and our eyes see each other. I listen, he hears. Words are exchanged. Words confuse. And perhaps the heavy sighs mean more…a flick of the tongue, a long embrace, a brush of the hair, a squeeze, a smack, a biting remark. Whispers in telephone lines, the imagination of mystery, believers in magic and moments that happen…How can forever have so many ripples in the sand?

the coming in and going out of love and pain, as heartbeats and exhales…in glances and open gestures of purity-love sanctified in the waters of our imagination, green pastures under blue skies...