The cold.
The comfort of an old building.
Deja vu.
Thoughts of…
Love is both a science and an artform.
A calculated measure of timing, space, intuition, execution…
of science and romance
Of things and notions that we only have encountered in movies.
But then there was…
The cold.
The comfort of the familiar.
Deja vu.
Thoughts of….
Serendipity.
Fate.
What once was
may not ultimately be
“To be.”
Time
will
tell.
Please let it be
when and if it is
we?
he
I am ready.
I am an Enigma 