Sunday, August 30, 2009
I see her and I remember. I remember the feeling. The sound of peace underwater. The echo. The silence. The woosh of finger ripples that no one else could hear. Does she hear the same thing? Does it make her feel the same way? I remember going to a place only found under the water. The sounds that were only heard there. She is mine in so many ways. There is a special bond not understood by all. We hear the same thing. It is a place where only we can go.