Before beginning I'd like to stress this is a work in progress, this means I ain't done yet... so don't be expecting much... (un chin de negrismo pal ManuelJe ahi) Not a poem, just thoughts...
I find myself absent;
trying to think where you are, where you went, and why.
Maybe it's not you I need, maybe it's just that thought of someone.
That hand in my hand, that head on my shoulder, that hair in my face. Someone to lie down with, someone to be silent with.
I miss the most when my mind is adrift,
lost in whatnot, deciphiring that which is not there.
Where am I, where did i go, ... why?
So many questions dance about my mind,
yet no answers come.
your hand, your head, your hair,
your company, and more...
*oh yeah... this is about no one in particular, before you start asking...
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Posted by Jorge Ruiz at 1:43 AM