~sunrise @ chelsea....square....of mycorner.

@withstanding beginning ofautumn cold,

coffee..growing increasingly cold,....

some bun

dysfunctional fountain

doesnt bother me much....

fountain seats

large huge prettyskirt in cotton with geometric cutsnlines white nlight grey

short petiteguy

greying temples

we r in a world of our own

life's passin by:

im earnest very,

he's trying,

all cackled up voice

doesnot bother me

lots of sunlight pours in violins of sunrays

"i used to ride a bicycle"+

okaye"

~ ~ ~ ~

iwant him to come out f his bubble.

he's trying.

im waiting.

sippin coffee

look here n there

it's an amazing morning!<3 font="">

as world spins by

ihear him say.

" iam going this way.

ok

he knows imay not.

"will you come with me?"

i'll come ,

if am ithe only one you want me 2come withu..

silence

hesitation

not of the mind or conversation

silence

jus silence

heart?soulit si in the silences that we actually live ithink

it si in the silences that we actually live ithink

~

world is still passing by

he's gone 2 his

me2mine

~

violins r still playing  soothing music

sunrays lightin up

world is full of festoons

~

my movements are olways a rhythmsong

sunlight can caress me 4 vlong ....

istill tuneturn 4 him.

~

cannot remember..

~

square is foodled in sunlight now..

~ my shocking teasepink gloves ~

~

washed in sunlightbathed

~

clear blue skies.

i'mwhistlin songs olways....

:)

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