In the daytime

Our paths crossed in the daytime, unlike the movies would have at night. Right then, I couldn’t be zen, say a rhyme, or choose to be anything quite bright. Because I was shook, to my core. I didn’t think I could ever feel that way again, and what’s more, I didn’t think I’d ever taken a drink of anything quite like that before. It gave me pause. The inside my mind applause. Jaw didn’t drop to the floors, but a little tear formed in each eye. How about yours? We could spend our whole lives flying by distant lands, but first we’ll sit and chat while holding hands. We can move on, long after years have gone, to sitting on our own lawn, going on and on, able to emotionally unpack. But first, first my dear, you gotta circle back.

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About SIDEWAYS EIGHT

Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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