I do desire we may be better strangers.

I framed the photo of us.

And I took the rest to be printed

These memories of our time together shall not fade

I'm afraid to step out of my shell.

I'm bound to my comfort zone.

And the isolation within.

Subsequently, I am with void.

But there is hope.

Yes, there is hope.

What Dreams May Come...

There's just something about the way that you laugh.
And the way your upper lips curves into a smile.
You can see it coming.
The approaching sound of my stomach going all aflutter.

And then,
Everything goes in slow motion.

Not at the time, of course.
But in hindsight.
Everything is slow.
Because hindsight tries to give you the chance to catch yourself making a mistake.
But its no good anyway,
Because you can do nothing to stop yourself from carrying out the act.
Its ironic.
And oh so beautiful.

"To sleep: perchance to dream"

And dream, I do.