I'm looking at you 
In the drivers seat
In blue
In contentment
Your smile widens
I don't believe we are here
You say something to me
And I mentally pinch myself
We embrace
Passionately
Like folds in a blanket
Soft, random
Warm
I am not here 
I cannot come to acceptance 
This is it
I am a fool sometimes
I want many things 
But I never want to be
An intellectual
Or an artist
For neither
Will capture the beauty of this moment
With anything 
Like clarity
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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