Bubble

If I were to spend a million lives to be with you I would. There are no questions that can be answered, as long as I have spent not sleeping. The rain never teaches me any lessons I can hold on to... only that the mud and the grass smells beautiful. I could spend years sorting through my own mind, or trying to find something... guilting or... horrified of the world...


It's hard for me waiting...since questions will not be answered... and there is no philosophical law to be followed... no truth to be stumbled on... 


I only want to be lying over your lap, and reading, watching the rain fall on everyone outside. I only want to let my mind rest, and to let you take the wheel... I only want to run my fingers through your hair... and listen to you speak... and play with your fingers... 


I love you

How is it that you love me too?