There are many things that have spoken to my spirit,
But very few sat in silence simply to listen.
Neglected opinions leave thoughts to wander,
And I wondered...of the silence,
Or if you listened, or if I'd ever wake from this daydream
Of being consumed by you, or anyone at all.
Failed, by myself.
But I prayed that you could hear me.
I begged a god I do not know.
I begged myself that I might stumble over a new perspective,
Just hoping that Destiny would reroute its intentions,
And Fate would interviene.
You know how intoxicating a glance can be.
~Chenin Camille -04-
