The sound of a saxophone in love
The screaming of a thousand violins
The banging of a heart in accordance with a baseline
A bleeding voice
For what it's worth
This is what it feels like to talk to someone whom you've missed. When I saw your face and heard your voice the smile on my lips could not fade and I was genuinely happy.
It is such a warm feeling to go back to someone you have known, someone who makes you feel safe and creates a home. It is a warm feeling; like the warm breeze of spring with the song of the cicadas accompanying it; like the taste of an apple; like the peace and quiet that surrounds you when you are standing by the stream and it is only you and mother Nature. Like a latin dance on the beach.
Mostly though like a warm hug.
