Thursday, September 17, 2015

Like Magnets or Blackholes

I may never see your face, but I dream of the possibilities when I miss you the most. Sometimes I wonder if I just started walking away from here what my chances of finding you would be like. I wonder if you'd recognize me by the color of my eyes or the flow of my conversations like I would know you by the roughness of your soul and the light in your smile.

Someday I'm just going to walk away from here and pray that I'll finally meet you somewhere along the way. Even if I don't know it's you.

Another photograph by Senyru or Mark

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