Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Saturday, July 10, 2004

Once, in the distance

Her words were the strongest thing I had ever heard. They stirred my soul and left me wanting, wondering. The pressure was unknown in our condition. My hands fumbled over what might have been her silhouette and caressed softly. A gentle purr was at my ear. All that night I held her, loved her. We listened to the sweet music and confused it with our souls. There was laughter but it did not change us. There was no need to speak. In the morning we did not say goodbye, for we had never met.