blood_red_sharpie_in_a_moment once again She read somewhere that time is distance. And when she has the time to miss him she wonders if he stays away long enough if he will be to far to ever reach again. Her hair is dancing in the smokey wind of the city. It is swirling through the streets and into buildings filled with people she hasn't had a chance to fall in love with yet. His shirt is biking through fields. It is blowing in a warm breeze beneath a country sun. It is dancing with friends whose names he does not know. Perhaps time is all to those who cannot feel, across the distance, and differences, the heart, the soul, the deep burning for a second chance. Perhaps time is death for those who cannot see the way to feel the awesome power of passion. But here, he knows that she believes in him. And there she know he desires for her. And in this... this moment of bright and burning passion is all the time they need. She murmurs across the space... paziente di momento... knowing that in time he will hear her. 040918 ... crOwl once again we are moved. 040919 what's it to you? who go blather from