taciit

I have to get my confessional fix before sleeping.

i'm yours - go for it

I'm thinking off last nights poem is all...

tell me, when you say thinking off last nights poem... where does your mind go

Oh please.  Couldn't be said over text...

but then don't leave me with the start and then cut it with that

Well my mind goes with you there.  I am with you.
I know you have a good imagination!

Ok enough said.

Not nearly.  You were right to call it. But as you said time will tell.

it's just, this strange meta-physical conundrum where i live too much in my imagination. and so unreal to me, is the real physical, the actual touch. as if i've touched in my mind so many times... but when the chance comes to make it real, i don't want too?!

I can feel that from you.  It will be beautiful.