And I just watched you walk to me in some hazy breath while I looked at the sky and queried if the moon was alone in its entirety. Trying to contemplate the reason I am existing in this point through fate or destiny and if you were real how I would be to you. To me you are so close to me and right there as each step taken. I am confused to these thoughts. The colors and no smells and the heat makes me wish for a breeze of refreshing original connection. I told myself I would give everything the whole time. I have the intensity of a solar storm along with a wounded animal of survival. I have the optimist of a fool, and the hope of a survivor. I ordered a drink for both of us and you smiled with the effort a bloom so complicated but so elegant and lasting as strong as an orchid but genuine in presence. Then I remember I can’t write or speak that well and quite concerning myself. Success is nothing but a miracle anyways…
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