Blur

Goosebumps on my heart
With toes curled in
In all the rain
that slithers down
The window pane

The pitter patter resonating
Head tucked into a shoulder
Warm and cozy
Haunting  memory?
Dream alive?

Thought blurs.
Of course.
I’m in love, aren’t I?

4 July, 2011
Absurdly Hopeless, this time :P!