Wednesday, December 7, 2011

pd


Will I one day stand here with you, on the very spot I now guess your identity?

Are you someone I have yet to meet? Or are you someone I’ve already met, just lost in a sea of acquaintances?


Staring into the dark, I almost believe I can see where the ocean meets the sky.

Staring into the dark, I almost believe that I’ve already met you.

But is it you?