Think.

As I

lay in your arms, I

count

the freckles on your

face.

And arms,

back,

chest,

Heart.

This is love.

Today,

I’m Happy.

I don’t know why, really.

My neck hurts,

class was boring,

the car was an oven from

baking

all day.

But,

the sun was out,

the air was warm and

sweet, the light breeze

blows a leaf

a     c    r    o    s    s

my windshield -           d

                           a

               n

                             c

                       i

          n

                  g

upon the glass

as I

watch people pass by

on the street.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

I sing along with

Ingrid,

top down with the

sun

kissing my thirsty skin.

“I just want to be OK, be OK, be OK.”

I’m in love with Life.

“Know that maybe I will be OK.”

It’s scientifically proven that when you’re attracted                                       

to someone or something, your pupils dilate.

Every time you look into my eyes,

you laugh as

if my attraction is

some kind of scientific

joke.

Even science can quantify

Love.

I want to look

deep

into your eyes -

see your heart, and

my soul

enveloped

in your love.

I’ve

lost

the ability to

breathe.

S

   p

i

      n

  ning, T  u  r

        ,g n  i n

c  r a

         s h

               i

                 ng.

Too many thought for

one

head.

I do know this -

     I love you.

At some point in

Life,

doing

something is all you

have left to do.

     Unless -

rotting with your past

and

sorrow is more appealing.