hazy
photo credit: wizardofozgurl how it seems inside the thought how it feels inside the moment like a mirage in this desert surreal. come here, he said first there was smoke between us then air then smoke blended into tongues erasing thin boundries and as the emissions from what was lit fell into the arms of the night as it disappeared nothing was between us at all. we crossed a line we can’t re-construct self conquered. the wavy lines of our heat makes it appear alternately perfect or wrong. and i need the morning to come so i can see by the light of another sun what this is when the brightness dims….