Undated.

At the moment all I am interested in is the proximity of and mathematical relationship between your body and mine, the space that my mind leaves that yours wraps around to fill, the discarded box of all the things I keep feeling like I should have said but didn't have time for. Stop and stay with me for awhile. Stop and stay here, I have things to say. Stop and look at me, do you smell that. Stop and listen, I can hear worlds colliding. Stop and close your eyes, can you still see everything I see. Stop and stay here, I want to talk. Stop and think about this, this is rare and interesting. Just when we were convinced we were going to feel everything we were going to feel, just when it looked like it was all just going to be reruns, here's something new. Squander at your own peril.