we dance around each other's lives in these never ending circles. a push here, a nudge there, never quite connecting or even allowing them to touch for more than a few brief moments in time, so brief they seem only slip ups. maybe you really dont care or want to know. maybe those supposed slip ups are just that, mistakes. but i cant help feeling like you want to talk. you want to tell me something more than what you are simply saying out loud in front of everyone. your eyes tell me multitudes of things. and none of them are that you made a mistake.

sincerity in body language is so obvious sometimes it is amazing. words have little power in comparison.

so next time our circles touch, im going to make you dance, and dance with me...

i want to know the truth.