To have and have not
When your meant to be is not enough to overcome your reality.
Divergent worlds collide in an unexpected thunderstorm of serendipity. Fated winds toss us giddily into the air, tumbling our tummies. Laughing 'til tears flow, limbs strain for whispers of touches. Hands finally clasped we spin through space, unable to discern up from down. Old is young and young is old, your thoughts stream through my pores. Dead concepts are pushed into the maelstrom, and I float, lighter now. A gratef...