She knows me, like I know her
not at all
that she sees me is all that counts
she may forget tomorrow
but now we will have our moment
who started this, neither is sure
what is sure is that we both want
I tried to look away, but could not
my head turned but my eyes stayed
and she smirked realizing my actions
my eyes moved to her lips
they were glazed ready to be touched
the movement of her lips indicated nervousness
was she nervous?
nervous I could not be
but only if it remains like this
if she spoke, I would not know my actions
will I shut down and draw blanks
I must think positive
as I attempted to move closer to her
it was her stop.
in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind