~LeScene

'Maybe we're caught in this moment of despair', he spoke poetically to me. As he
always did;
his whole body could be neutral but his eyes and small corner of lips gave away all his secrets.
She knew exactly what was going on.
'Hopes so high, my fingertips cloved to your tighs..' he twirled his hands further
around me, '..and for what reason it is, we notice eachother the way we do. when
there's no more than one breathe of space to seperate the lips and face features?'

She breathed out, letting the carbondioxide escape on his lips. ‘My heart lays on every tingling sense you let appear, with just one twitch and a sigh of your breath. and for what reason it is, I create these fears and trust, you watching and savouring every sight?’
He wouldn’t lean in.
He never would.
Only once; ‘...for it’s exactly where you need to stand.’
-Megan B.

Probably one of the most poetic/metaphorical pieces I have written in a year or something. It does describe a lot of things really, if you get to it closer.

Outside of my vision there was someone pregnant, someone died and someone suspicious. I, however, am doing fine. I'm learning the lesson of 'trust', and [may I say this myself] I'm doing pretty good. I can trust with little hesitation, and it feels good to be able to do that. but i'll probably regret it later on.
[Jesper, if you're reading this you probably know what I mean. Think.]

Enjoy figuring out everything in the piece, if you dare/like/think you can do it. [just don't make it public; mail/say it personal.]

-LeScene