Small hours

By / Date: November 30th, 2012

I fear stasis; I long for motion…

We have a guide

The mountain is ahead

The weather is favourable

Dare, trust me; I am worth and worthy of it!

Let us go now

This place we are in is soon to flood

The journey is calling

Fears; we can face together…

And stop finding the source

Hiding within the beauty of each others’ unregarded eyes

And softness of our unjoined lips