breathe

maybe some other time, in a different place. we'll find, hopefully that in our deepest rivers the currents never change and we have not been carried apart we just closed our eyes, because below the surface these waters are cold, and steal our breath. can we reclaim our vision see through murky darkness, though our senses are numb, that you still touch me.I know i haven't put any capitals in... i'm not sure if this one is vivid enough... i wanted to distil an ocean Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 03:31 PM PST   10 • 0 • 1