A
VOLCANO
OF WORDS ERUPT
AND CLOUD MY BRAIN WHEN
I'M WITH YOU. I WOULD WRITE THEM ALL
DOWN, IF IT WAS POSSIBLE. I WOULD DESCRIBE THE
WAY THE SUN HITS YOUR EYES JUST RIGHT AND THE WAY YOUR
EYELASHES CAST SHADOWS ON YOUR CHEEKBONES. I WOULD TALK ABOUT
THE WAY YOUR SMILE LOOKS AND THE SOFT EDGES OF YOUR TEETH. BUT I CAN'T. NO AMOUNT
OF WORDS CAN DESCRIBE YOU. NOT BOOKS OR DICTIONARIES NOR PICTURES OR PAINTINGS. YOUR ENTIRE
BEING IS ART. THE WAY YOU MOVE AND SPEAK IS AS FLUID AND NATURAL TO ME AS BREATHING. HOW DO YOU DESCRIBE THE
THE ABILITY TO BREATH, EXCEPT THE FACT THAT ITS SOMETHING YOU MUST DO TO SURVIVE? AND I NEED YOU LIKE I NEED BREATHING.
THE SMOKE AND ASH FROM YOUR FIRE IS STIFLING, BUT I WILL SURVIVE. I WILL KEEP BREATHING FOR YOU AND MY VOLCANO OF WORDS FOR YOU WILL
OVERFLOW.
