This isn't so much a blog entry as it's just something that's been running through my head for a while. I keep FuBar separate from most of the people I deal with in everyday life, so it's a good place to do this without them running back to me to ask "what's wrong" or "what's it about"....
Luckily, I can censor comments before they show up so anyone feeling the need to be snarky for no reason will be ignored.
an innocent hello
a note I heard in a song once
forgotten but familiar
I couldn't stop humming the tune
He told me I was beautiful
I told him he was insane
an ember sparked early in the morning
it quickly caught aflame
a warmth now wrapped around me
it felt comfortable
did I know this from a past life
or was it just so right
no one could tell
neither of us cared
but we let it burn brighter still
Do we touch this fire
or simply dance around it
we wave from either side of it
our voices carry across the crackle of dry sticks
that now turn to roaring flames
growing higher we decide to simply meet in the middle
His fear
My fear
a kiss will be the answer or the death of us
and now
our lips parted
the flame seems to die
leaving only ashes to be carried away on winds of memory
to secret places no one sees
no one talks of
but no one forgets.