duck boots quacking, i stumbled home in the rain. my mind flashes back to moments before: dancing against a wall, pressing our mouths together,running down the street hand in hand.wrapped in a gray sweater, umbrella exploded, my skin is cold, but my lips are still warm, my tongue is still hot with the taste of your breath.
days pass. was it a dream or a dream come true? your skin, tight as a drum under my touch never felt so fantastic.
time is short and moments such as these are few.
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timing. it seems that it's never in our control when/how things come to be. when you're not thinking about something, it happens. when you're about to make moves you reach an obstacle. or sometimes you make yourself wait only to miss the moment completely. so i say to timing, "get tossed!". carpe diem everyday, today, while you read this post. if the ambition exists, that's the time to do it. i think that we can have it all, we just gotta reach out and grab it.
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