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

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The Red, The Brown, The Blond and The Dots

Pervious to my daily tasks
time and time again
I must have counted the color dots on  your face
so many times, I almost remember how many
Millions short of being colored
brown, some what blond, somewhat reddish
I could not decide, but you look good in all
At times I found myself unnerved
Simply by your presence
which is a present, this present, I most miss
the smile, short laughter, 
Did I mention the smile,
that turn with her head but have her eyes linger,
for one millisecond more?
One millisecond that by could have counted for one minute
and all of the complements
did you get my complements?
I think I have a crush
on you, I'm not sure
maybe it's something else
but numbers run long, 
this is short of a distance
in time

SC (River: Little old wise one)

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