I wish I knew.
S itting by the long bay window that you built for me, smoking a cigarette, I look out to the garden through the colored glass. and see out there your pensive silhouette against the light of a sky that does not smile, framed by the shinning drops of dew sleeping on the grass. Its a magical sight, and you are so still, like a Greek statue frozen in time... I wish I knew what you think, what goes through your mind when you stand so quiet, and look so far. Are you scared? Are you mad? Do you know... Sign in to see full entry.