...the existence of ghosts in my life...
Apr. 8th, 2004 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bryiarrosetonight's spring has a chill that makes me long for other people and older times.
the kind of chill that leaves the stars hazy and my heart aching, so that i hardly know what to make of the tender new grass or of the small blue flowers shooting up along the paths.
this is the kind of night to walk in. another hand warm in yours, or arms around your back.
these are the nights i hold to. the ones that chase me down in the turn of a head.
the ones i sometimes wish weren't so breathlessly beautiful.
i love this beauty. yet, sometimes i miss being able to breathe.
the kind of chill that leaves the stars hazy and my heart aching, so that i hardly know what to make of the tender new grass or of the small blue flowers shooting up along the paths.
this is the kind of night to walk in. another hand warm in yours, or arms around your back.
these are the nights i hold to. the ones that chase me down in the turn of a head.
the ones i sometimes wish weren't so breathlessly beautiful.
i love this beauty. yet, sometimes i miss being able to breathe.
