Like I'm on the high of a roller coaster
But instead of a downward spiral,
A plumet to a possible death,
I only feel the butterflies,
I only sense the sensation of floating.
Smiles burst from my supposed composure
Bubbles, orange sun, dandelions
All things that make me happy found in a twitch of your lips.
The prospect of what could be looms in the air
Bringing warm anxiety, almost tangible.
Pinks, Reds, Yellows.
Colors cloud my vision when thoughts of you race by.
The simple brush of our arms.
The only physical contact we've ever had
Feels so comfortable.
Like home.
Blue eyes. Grey eyes. Green eyes.
Choose a day, choose a color.
I choose your eyes.
Cats, canes, crinkles, choir.
So many C's.
But I see you. And you see me.
Sloppy, messy, loud, obnoxious.
But patiently waiting, nonetheless.
Waiting to be standing in front of you
Under the dazzling lights of that unknown city
In an unknown state.
State of mind, state of feeling, state of consciousness.
Longing to reach out my hand and grab yours.
Both unfamiliar to the touch.
But wanting it more and more.
No cares of this and that.
No worries of negativity.
Just to be here with you now
Looking into those well acquainted eyes.
Wanting to know the stories behind them.
Wanting to know the person to which they belong.
Wanting.
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