my mind and thoughts and ideas aren't either.
Whenever I actually stop to think you are always on my mind
whenever I lay in bed at night and hear the soft notes echoing from the radio, I think of you.
I glance at the clock and wonder if your eyes are wondering the same direction.
I stare at the night sky, my thumb imprinting the moon,
I know you are doing the same, no matter where you are the moon is always as big as your thumb.
I know that with every breath and exhale I am exhaling a piece of you. I can't escape your presence.
Though I am content knowing that I am bound to you in more than just the physical aspects...you actually care. When I ask myself about your connection, I find I do do not care much, to understand it...just as long as you
remain
forever branded
within my soul.
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