Saturday, January 22, 2011

What might has being is.

And there I was,
Not making sense.
and here I am.
and time might have moved,
but I didn't see it.
(Just hands moving across a face)
Not me nor you
as much as I had imagined
I don't even know what happiness is.

Things might have changed,
but I can't remember.

I do remember the wind,
and voices that carried me,
the tunes that stick in my head,
long after the musics gone,
I still want to dance.
I just want to dance.
until this body falls off me,
until it no longer matters,
how to use grammar,
or if I believe
in anything
or everything,
or just how much Love really feels
in me.