Sparks in the Dark

I was living.

At first it was just the helicopters.

I lived, I breathed, everyday walking around at a natural floral high, I lived. I breathed. I enjoyed the sun.

Hang out with friends, met so many new people, weeded out the bad ones, bought lots of flowers. Traveled, had fun.

It was one of the best years of my life.. and then when I saw you late June; I had lived. Breathed.

At first it was just the helicopters. When I would hear one over head, I'd say a silent prayer to the many gods I don't follow, that it isn't you.

But then it was everytime I passed your street. Everytime I passed your street.
Then I lived. I breathed.

I kept going. But then, then it was checking your page, and wanting to know how you are, wondering if your okay, thinking about what your up to again through out your day, how much you've changed since we last talked.

Curiosity killed the cat.

It used to be just the helicopters. Now I see you in everything again