Something blue:
The waves of the ocean when the day is good
Something sweet:
Holding hands amidst the busy streets
Something soft:
My heart when I see children
Something wicked:
Some girls and all that they can hide under a dress
Something hard:
Admitting you are wrong when you are used to being right
Something overwhelming:
The air I breathe, after sinking in sadness
Something lost:
The dreams I had as a child
Something found:
The person I want to be, despite the loss of my dreams
Something red:
The sky and the sun as it sets at the end of my horizon
Something borrowed:
The hearts and thoughts of the characters I watch and read
Something full:
My mouth when it finds the right words
Something empty:
Nothing. Somehow, right now, all things are filled.
Something new:
The thought that life is a never-ending series of photographs holding moments pained, dull and dear
Something beautiful:
The stars, the heavens and all that they can imply
Work in Progress 