Feeling

The world is no longer a romantic place. Some of its people, however, still are... And therein lies the promise.

I feel like writing today. I'm not exactly sure what to write because my head is filled with all sorts of buzzing ideas. I'm hoping to assemble them into some form of coherence.

My evenings are empty. Its bizarre when one gets used to a lover's presence, day in, day out. Its warm, soothing and gives one a sense of completeness. On the other hand, your head fills with memories of warmth and one prefers nothing but to daydream, with no interruptions.

No interruptions? In this household? I Must be dreaming!

I crave a window ledge. Or a patch of grass or pile of sand and plenty of blue sky to look upon. Just to dream of climbing a mountain and struggling, with a smile, with the wind.

I'm waiting for you.