Sunday, May 28, 2006

Something in the way she moves . . .

Dear
It happens sometimes, that I am seized with a thought or remembrance so strong that if I am standing I must find a place to sit, or if I am already seated I must turn away so others do not see the tears of mixed emotion, the awkward smile and far away look. Often, these strange occurances have something to do with what is really dear. Often, these nudging reminders have something to do with you. I think you understand what I am saying. I think you know how it feels to suddenly be filled with light.

1 comment:

Mystery White Boy said...

tik pong.. ping tak...