Thousands of words stand in front of the text box
and thousands of more thoughts are edging with a moving clock
How I wish telepathy was invented by precise science
so you could see my vibrant world in visual
worldly beautiful
just like your eyes
irreplaceable
The fluffy powdery clouds on our planet
are musical and sensual
making us forget the burdening standards of living up with socials
and the subliminal feeling is unprintable
Though the next time I see you
I’m stuttering, and sometimes horribly misplacing
Often, simply “I miss you”
is what it needs in filling the clusters of longing you
Cjwrites 