sweet music and soft lighting incline me to write, as you sway to the vibrations floating on the air, melodies come to life in your eyes, in your movements, in your soul, and i am swept up in the moment.

fast-forward to a night later and i am in my own world, breathing, tasting, feeling, loving every precious moment, so glad that you care enough to share it with me.

i try to teach you what i see in it, the beauty, the picture, what it is supposed to be. i struggle to find the words, it is something you just have to learn to see i suppose. i cannot sleep, though not alone, sleep does not come. i drift in and out floating back and fourth between now and never, now and what could be, now and 2 years ago.

what is so different? everything is different, everyone is different. this is the first year i am without woodlynd, this is the first year for well... so many things.

but isnt every year a year for firsts? other wise everything would be the same, and we are constantly changing that is the only thing that ever stays the same.

lets meet same time same place, because despite the changes i like the comfort of familiarity, and lets talk like we used to, because i miss that, yes i do, and i think that that should stay.