I have days when I toss my hair back, and my eyes toward the sun. Then there are times when I stare at my shoes, forgetting about everyone. Exaggerated moments, and whispered sighs. I am whole, complete, alive, but only in my best of times.
I have moments when I sit in silence, letting the hum of the wind transform into symphony. Yesterdays replay in my mind, until they're nothing more than a fragmented movie. You're standing there, the star of my film, smiling against the air. I'm always lost, and I don't remember how to find my way back to there. I always imagine that one of these days. One of these days..
