I walked right past the car,
and walked down the street.
On these warm days (oh how I'm effected by my environment)
in November, even in the fall, I'm a non-fickle
decided individual. Sun with it's warmth, the breeze with a
sense of change, something to swallow down and fill your lungs with.
It has an ability to hold my attention,
such as your hand on my leg.
It gets me thinking of holding your hand
and brushing my cheek against yours.
And walking down the street.
To not return to that place,
the place where nothing seems right.
Walk without that capability for awkward conversation,
and allow for us to actually just... be.
A personal affect, an allowance to be.
