Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Melancholia

I’d do anything for you.

We could fish for clouds in the sky.
We could look in a pool and see our fully flawed, yet happy reflections gazing back.
We could gently brush fingers together and send tingles of warmth and cold electricity through every nano-ounce of our souls.
We could write the music of the light spring days which have come to pass.

I’d do anything for you.

But you’ll never know.

‘Fully-flawed’ is such a perfect phrase that in its subtlety, it almost passed me by. But I read and I read again, and it fitted perfectly. Here’s to the fully-flawed, because we all are (or at least those of us who admit it are).

*raises glass*

to the fully flawed.

long may many people never understand.

(had a bit of a tear in the eye on seeing the reply)