PlayWhy? Why not.

i lost my last clear thought in the whirlwind of his hair and the speed of my eyes taking all of him in. he's searching like a child who's lost his favorite sound, strollng like a sheep and tripping on paved ground. he and i, so much alike. why? why not. the hands touch on the clock. closer than i ever thought. crossed lines on a map - like us, they've overlapped. lonely is as lonely has been. he gives me something to believe in. i can see better now that it's dark, strolling like a kid counting stars.