7.26-7.27- 2013.
a poem about writing.
how I met Shannon and what I felt at the time. Confused, shy, curious, engrossed, but careful. She had an air of mystery to her when I first caught a glance of those grey eyes. I wanted to know more about her.
Jazz, my new love affair....
Love Sonnet #1001
When I sleep...where are you when you sleep?
what is deja vu to you?
Expanded thoughts on a variation of the same idea--http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfdEdE96En0
