Yearning for a new adventure.
Pages turn but still this chapter.
Not much wind upon these sails,
must add some gas to keep un stale.
How many times do I wonder, how many times do I wish
That we sit so far away thinking of each other's lips.
Thinking why am I to shy to say high and…
Close your eyes. Close them. What are you doing? breathing? Thinking about how you didn’t close your eyes? It’s ok. You are you. You do what you do. You do what you feel is true and that is called being independent.