Maybe you wouldn't believe me if I were to tell you so but my insides stretch within as they fit in a smile too big for my lips.
There's a laugh that's low and deep. It's silent and yet joyous in it's amused delight.
And I strain to hear it- this unusual wave that I want to see before it crashes down again and melts into the sea.
I don't want to know who you are stranger. But I wish I could tell you just how you sound. I'd capture it in a glass jar and show you. Then I'd immerse myself in it as the silent waves of your laugh zoom by me.
And I'll close my eyes and sigh and hit repeat.
5 comments:
lost music?
wow.
\m/
Came here following the trail...im on sm hiatus from blogsville...but guess old habbits die hard:)
nice expression..must say..appealing n fresh..cuz its not bound by the METERS and shackles..let the emotion run free..let them carve there own nische:)
tc..
Accha! Capturing us in glass jar! Will you cap it too?
:)
where ru??
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