Alone, we stand surrounded by the leather bound books.
Whispering their filled secrets as an aroma of cinnamon.
Secrets pouring out as water ,carving it's path through the deep valleys of the soul.
A veil ,present, shadowing the bad and highlighting the good.
Eventhough being surrounded by a crowd but in essence somehow we 're completely alone , together .
Mesmerized by the fire of each other's spirit, just as a moth is to a flame ,helplessly standing with locked eyes and intertwined hands.
Eager to indulge in ones presence ,loving the quirks and delving under each others skin and becoming an integral soul fibre .
The drums of our hearts enticing us in an enthralling dance of life .
Here we jump in ... the nets of affection ,in place, to cushion our fall.
Sinking ,deeper and deeper in to the pool of adornment .
Crazy as it may seem ,we are incompletely complete together.🖤
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RandomMe rambling about the little things in life,while dealing with anxiety and other ups and downs.
