Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Conducting My Ballad With Seven Broken Strings.

Tonight, I fluttered through the fog of November and into the velvet sky. We kissed under the navy blue heavens as we parted ways once again. I felt perfectly safe and wonderful wrapped into your arms as you held me close to you...your fingers lost in my hair...my finger tips tracing small lines on your skin...I felt complete. And it hasnt been this way for many moons....

But....

I have one question and one question alone.

Where do you want this to go?


Floating upon the winds,
-J.C.

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