A Peace of Mind.

We're tapping fingers on scarred knees. I hope you never forget that I like the way you sing,
The way it feels to run my fingers through the hair thats on your head,
The way it feels to graze your elbows in the movies on accident.
The way it feels to rediscover something we've been missing for years.

I guess the orchard hasn't seen its apples yet. I thought the seed just hadn't been planted. That it would take some time and some water and some sunshine. But no, the seed has indeed been planted, too stubborn to bear fruit or to bear anything. Too numb to sprout more than just wood and leaves.

Forward motion hasn't helped me thus far. Perhaps Im just not being patient enough. Disappointment sets in for both parties, especially the one I was attending.
At least I made some kind of impact, whether its the one I wanted or not.

Suddenly, sunlight seems like the lottery.
You can buy your way out of darkness,
You can trade it in for a Peace of Mind.
Trust your gut or follow your heart,
Filter out all the junk,
throw away all the rest.

But if the moment is right, if the lighting is perfect and the composition is beautiful, how could you ignore it? A masterpiece, a gift, a rise of the trousers, a shift of the hips,
Would you ignore it?

-A