I keep stumbling across items and images that I immediately want to share with you.

So infectious that the perplexity of items I have to share is beautiful.

But you're not there.

I want to be in love again.

With you

I had a dream the other night. We are at a party. You know the type with awesome bass, costumes and fire.

We were distant toward each other, the feeling of tensions and incompleteness was strong.

And some how, some how. We came together, stepping closer like idiots dancing, paying to much attention to not step on feet.

There were these "I don't knows" and "Are you sure" being passed between us.

I don't know the moment we faced each other, or how the words played out, we kissed.

Such longing for this moment.

A beauty

Perfection

As I embraced the texture of your lips my dream was pulled away.

Alone

There I was, in my bed, with only myself for company.

We crossed paths that day. But only paths, never meeting in the intersection.