Now this… by Chris Pirillo
Words we never pushed beyond our lips still exist in our thoughts.
No voice, no sound, only typed notes in this vast internet forest.
A trail of marshmallows scattered about on a hike to lead one to a clearing in the woods.
The promise of a warm embrace a twinning of bodies, of souls?
Beauty seeps through your thoughts and lights me up.
Marshmallows
A
foRest
Souls
Hike
Me
And
Lips
Lights
Of
Words
