September 5: Water is Not Always Blue

To the first fight…

My heart is still as I wonder what you’re thinking. You make the sweetest sounds that only i can hear, and You look at peace even though we have so much to be unsure about. We have the same tune yet naturally peep out old melodies as our paths cross over time and tequila. With each new territory comes new words, but I see the bigger picture, in shoes or bare feet. Shifting towards the horizon with impatience, we gently interlace our fingers. Tonight’s sunset is no different than yesterdays.

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