The Craft of Living

Close...close as can be. How close are we. My sister...my friend. ..my secret bearer... my confider... We guess...we assume...we think we are close.. yet we arent. How close can u be to some one so far... close enough to share intimate details... to feel their pain and jump for their joy. NOW THATS CLOSE! It's no distance that keeps u close.... its how conected u are inside. How trusting and bonded without words. We are so apart... so close and yet so broken away... and its so sad..to assume that id still be that person u talk to...and then find out how wrong i was...how wrong i am. How wrooong!

From Tuscany, Italy... To Holland Netherlands, From mountain high venues... to open beach sands. She dragged me with her... to look everywhere, For the perfect landscape... or the lights of northern air. I ran at her tail... i slumbered on benches, I thought i should bail... but my thirst she quenches... For the zest of this life... and the adventures that rhyme, For sharing my dreams... with my partner in crime. So i sat her down slowly... and held her shoulders tight, I was standing my ground... and i threatened to bite. But amid my trials... of making things clear, She uttered the words... i lost hope to hear. "Elrahman el raheem"... on the 5th of June, From 5 to 6... is that too soon?. With all her ideas... from here to there, Did she really settle for cairos air??? My mouth fell in wonder... and i forgot to breath, And i thought her decision would set me at ease. Instead my looks... had set her a flew, and i ran after her not sure what ill do. And ever...