Currently Listening Why Should the Fire Die? By Nickel Creek see related

remember our walk down to the riverside with my heart in your hands and yours in mine and a picnic basket by our side but it was hard to find you with the sun in my eyes but you smiled and said, "my love all our fears are on a loose thread and they're barely hanging on..." and then the clouds tumbled in and it started to rain so we ran underneath a magnolia tree and the wind must have swept away all thought from my brain because I had nothing left to say but you didn't seem to mind and with tear drops in your eyes you smiled and you said, "my love all our fears are on a loose thread and they're barely hanging on."

with love from me to you...

Currently Listening Tangos and Trantrums By Sylvie Lewis see related

I see you walking past me in the halls, and I shout " I love you". Within seconds, your head is turned and aghast to those three fatal words that fell into your ear; and resounded in its drum.

Every eye turns to me, and stares wide-eyed and opened mouthed.

"I just."
breathing twice

"I just thought...
you should...
know...
that"

For a minute more, the eyes all stare, burning right through my opened chest. A few more stares, and a few minutes more of shifting eyes and the hall's circulation continues, but you stand steadfast against the ebbing tide of the bodies. My olivine eyes have no soluiton for their lack of a safe place to berth their gaze. I press and contort my long, white wax hands, and draw at my corduroy jacket.

Two minutes more, you've jumped back into the stream.

You're ear drums are still beating, that same cadence of my heart.