u·biq·ui·tous

Your eyes sometimes look like this and I get lost in them.

Floating aimlessly and “directionlessly”, wish I could stay here, or there

amidst the stars and the nebulae… I should be able to tell you why or how I feel but words freeze where there’s dis-ease and I’m just sick of not being able to tell you, long sigh..

So I stare and get lost, no panic, as you hold me close. I’m nowhere yet everywhere you are. Find me there.