how long am I supposed to wait?

"Reality Ate My World and Me"

September 4th, 2011.

"Hand on hand.
Touch your face.
What could one say?

Infinite pools of cerulean.
Matching Atlantic.
Size, colour, distance.

What if one said
your face was carved by the angels themselves?
One meaning everything.

Peachy and a way with words.
Pulling one towards you.
Desperate, clawing, more.

What if one said
your limbs are like branches.
Shadow over one; ultimate protection.

Long, rough.
Tight, more nerves.
Shot off; one's head begins to spin.

But one feels like none.
Redundancy begins to set.
One's heart beats for another only.

Because one saw the dark shroud fall in before.
And once again,
one's world became familiarly shadowed."