Sunday, February 9, 2014
There are hundreds of us. Like a sea, it rolls. People floating and drifting. In waves, faces bob in and out of view. These waters part and I see you. Like a beacon. And I'm not the only one. Others are drawn to you. The current pulls them. But like swimming against a rip tide, you are the destination- but I don't know if I'll get there. When we officially meet a few days later, standing on a sunny street, I feel you might rescue me from my turbulent stormy waters.