ma vie en gris est si broutille

Gaze transfixed. The sun is around the bend, beginning to burn away my dark night. The sky, blossoming with warm against cool, trickled with fading miniature orbs, tempts my thought toward you. I wish I had you near to share beautiful little moments like these, to intensify the passion and trigger reactionuponreactionuponreaction of even happier and more beautiful moments. The beauty in moments like these can be found regardless of who, when, why or whatever lack thereof; but happiness, oh true love happiness…awaits with you.