little green men.

you are the walls around you. your own only friend. you sit across from yourself and drink your coffee - you hold your own hand at the movies - and you quietly put away your third cigarette, and cajole yourself to the 'better'.

April, is a life too dreary - a life too empty for yours, mine and ours. Only once you wish you sat together and blew your worries away, like children to bubbles into the blue, carefree, flamingo sky. You close your eyes and smell the wind - no, wait...you are the wind, travelling aimlessly. you sit hand in hand, heart to heart, eye to eye - loving every moment - savouring it - and the only measure of time is the breath you take.

Have you ever heard of those little green men, that come from outer-space on big, beautiful spaceships and hide in your backyard shrubs. The little green men that everybody hears about but most live their entire lives without seeing one. I want distance to be our little green man. I want it to be something we both hear about, watch in movies, read in stories but never really experience. I want us to always sit hand in hand, heart to heart and eye to eye - so you're always a whisper away when i need you.