When you miss something, is it because you weren't paying attention? Or does that image in you head travel with you wherever your eyes may wander? A question I am oh so looking forward to answer. "Your heart works as the strongest muscle in your body. It pumps every breath, feels every touch." A friend once told me that breaks are invaluable and time is of the essence. Simply said and never will be forgotten; I sometimes wish I knew several different languages. To hear how a thought might sound or feel how a feeling is felt, even endeavor how good a kiss might taste in that language, which ever i would speak. I seem to make up all these thoughts in the deep corners of my oval brain. Where else would this be coming from? Despite the low volume level sounds of a very rare french dub. Even set aside the thick clouds of smoke from this gnarly indica filling my lung capacity. I must say i have yet to find the hiding place of these words. All that comes to me now, is that i do miss. i miss. If it even is a true feeling.
I MISS!!!
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