crazy
last night, your crazy love's words
leaped toward my dreams' hour
i felt 'em nested into music notes
through the pockets of my heart
both, the love's words and dreams
took the pulse of our sky’s shred
to feel you to feel me thru any day
I'm Confessin'
Nothing is more beautiful than talking to the sea. You start to talk to it irrelevant stuff, telling a few simple stories, as if it might mean something. The sea doesn't stop you. It's listening to you. Even gives you that feeling, encouraging you to confess while it morphs your soul in harmonious healing waves. Involved in a dialogue with an imaginary presence, your status quo, instantly, ends up rolling back and forth. Till you see the change, a smile already populates your face. It's no wonder why the play of the lips, the frisson, the elegant acceptance, the conversation scene, coexist in a lush blue realm at open-minded degree.
