I know that I haven't been blogging much lately. I blame it on summer. Here is another easy blog post, but something different as well. I found a poem that I wrote that isn't stupid or depressing (I've been writing since my teens), and a picture I took this summer that I love! With you, I share.
Honesty comes over me
but we're not face to face.
How different would this all be
If my reality was your embrace.
This feeling is so pure and serene
stemmed from commonness, likeness, and respect
Like a tranquil, temperate, tantalizing breeze:
A soulful encounter that I didn't expect.
Your presence is a cliche to me
Roses are red after all,
The cherry blossoms for the Japanese,
the long cozy Northwest fall.
You look at me, and what you see is me
you know exactly how to feel.
I can hardly breathe, need to count to three
It almost all seems to be real!
Cheers!
