When was the last time you walked in a fashion alley and instead of bright lights from imagined paparazzi and their ridiculously armored digital cameras, you saw an orchestra of flowers and birds twittering all around?
When was the last time you strolled along the entrance of a place and was adored by salivating, fervent 15 year olds in football jerseys?
When was the last time you felt most beautiful in the most beautiful dress worn for the most beautiful person you held hands with?
When was the last time you talked over nothing and everything, made sense and made sense of things, talked through time and back at the beginning of an ending?
When was the last time you cared about the hair growing on your fingers? To let them experience what you experience when you hold someone’s cheeks from the most prized pose?
When was the last time the last question led you to a passionate kiss that started your life and ended your fantasies of
Roses blooming even in the rain when you went out to dance with them
15 year olds giving chocolates to the other 15 year olds in Sunday dresses who watched them play every Sunday in the park
That dress of purple and summer is adorned by his hands, trying to get a touch of what magnificence lies underneath
Only witness is coffee and the forgetfulness of the world
Those eyes you hold are the most… You are just lost for words in those eyes
The moment your lips parted, for the first time in a long, long time sent your spirit soaring and your heart embraced with love, the kind that leaves you wanting forever
KGP
8:27 PM, April 7, 2008
holy...