Tired of watching grey embers
I was doing just fine where I was, or was I? Her smile is promising, and one that I can follow. And her feeling is familiar to me, she's never been close to my home, but she feels like home, some common understanding that transcends distances. Gladly forgoing sleep and habits to uncover what is behind the attraction. This pull from her is guiding, gliding me through the day. Pulling me from the maze, and dressing me in comfort, the air feels softer when I think of her.
posted by Cap'nTate @ 1:28 PM
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