unravelling;
melting glass
in my hand.
thoughts
brought me
back to here.
i stood
in where i thought it all ends;
only to find myself back at the beginning.
i was and still am captivated by you.
finding my mind still is unravelling;
thoughts of you act like melting glass,
dripping into my heart.
thoughts speak in a silent tongue.
c. 2016 bgw
