Can We- Note 3rs May, 2016

I lose sense of time and space when I am with you in my thinking can. But since yesterday the mist has fallen upon my expanses and there is lot of it. It is like a blanket that has covered every part. I cannot see anything, I know you are there somewhere but where are you. The visage blinks inside of me it comes out in full vision then it rolls back a blink persuading my desire to seek you more with my cells in tandem to help me in the seeking. I am not sure where we are going, hon. The funny part about most of this is I was never sure about where we are going. But that is okay isn't that the one thing that makes us move from one day to another because if I had known I do not think I would have met you. If anyone had known I do not think even I would have existed. It is interesting how it is all made a kind of allure setting in as the morrow is masked away but there is that faith of a better one. The summer slides in with its heat and it collides nastily with the body that I carry and my body does not know what it shall be taking up in the morrow but the body hopes that the coming day would be much more colder and there would be a sense of warmth in the air and the pollution would subside and the stench of the morning air would be replaced by the smell of morning flowers. Hope and faith about the next hour is what makes all of us continue to get up and walk and seek better taverns for better experiences.

I am on the look out for you for right now in my life, all that matters is you. A labyrinth of emotions settle inside of me when the floodgates open up on a single word that emanates from your delightful soul. I would grab on to that single syllable or whatever number of sounds I can fathom and I will roll in it ecstatic of your presence however far you are and bathe in the delight of the next few minutes of conversation. My world bursts out with colors -green, blue, purple, orange it is an enormous tapestry of blooms that takes the brain into a psychedelic trance. I have not entered this realm even in my moorings with Jazz, Hendrix and Morrison coupled with traces of chemicals.

I bow to you my dear, would you come home tonight so that we could look at each other and spare a little while in sweet nothings and copious amounts of tales and accompaniments. A touch, a kiss, a look exchanged I reckon we can partake in the blues as the fading lights would dim the shadows in my heart and the misty blanket of expanse that brings gloom to my daily endearments.