i reach to you, more
than i admit being comfortable doing,
because you give
me,
me.

I am feeling you

I'm on the way from somewhere to somewhere...but its
all been happening too quickly
[while demanding honesty of yourself takes time]

i dont know too many complex thinkers, and less
complex feelers:
just first emotion people...

its a sensing thing too...
i sense differences in the skies of this thing we
invent called, "us"... how I love those sparkles of
red and the blues,
that flickering in the sky...

your parents, teachers, claimed you were a naughty
girl
but it was them and
i won't send you to your room like they did,
unless you invite me in

inspired by an email from another writer who wishes to be anon. i'll call him jo.