Drift
Originally uploaded Here by **Mary**
It's too early for me to write here, but there's a certain shimmer in the air, outside, where I'm not, and it makes everything softer. Maybe that's why you can't breathe; me, I just can't think.
I've given up really trying. Content to let myself float along when I'm in your presence. I'd still like to melt into you but this is nice too.
I wish I could work harder with less introspection, sometimes. Just focus on one thing at a time until it's perfect, letting everything else fall apart without caring. But I can't. I wonder if that means anything at all.