What would you do if you could hold on to moments as fresh as dew wrapped in the softness of desire? What if in the montage of emotions expressed and withheld these moments held the meaning of life together? A tender kiss after an absorbed conversation, a touch of hands where none was required, a glance to catch a fleeting smile, the jest of a locked bookcase, the thrill of a shared fantasy, a drive to no where special, an unspoken promise in silence. Would you live them forever? Or would you let it slip away unknowingly?
3 comments:
I would live them for ever..
now that I have written this..I kind of feel embarrassed, was this supposed to be rhetorical
rambler: you are welcome here anytime :)
Well the best would be to catch it in a strong grasp and keep searching for more :)
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