sometimes silence

thinking and chewing on what in the world i could type that would be of minimal interest to you so that it may benefit you in whatever way. dear noé, sometimes its not words thatll do. its not the power of what words can ignite nor the beauty of our fantasies they nurture, as unique a word's skill it may be, sometimes you just wanna lay next to the one you adore, be silent, be near, there. find the poem in the breathing and the touching you know? in being together. I fear you may forget that kind of beauty.