Sometimes, I can't make words say what I want them to say.
I want to say: I could live here forever. I want to be in this moment, always, with you.
I want to say: I know what it was, about that dream. I wanted it to be real. I wanted to be floating there, out in space, alone and cold, seeing everything that had ever happened contained in that orb.
I want to say: This is important. Listen. My heart is always calling yours.
I want to say: The way the sun looks today makes my heart feel real.
I want you to understand it, when I say these things to you.
Monday, November 1, 2010
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