Stamps cover pages, he has been chasing for months, strange citys, earie towns, dark streets, lonely nights. Echoeing foot steps in a desolate mind, one track mind, only thing he thinks about. Visions cut in and out, gives meaning to this veladrome of a life, its further and further everyday, stamps accumulate. Continually he chases, what he so longs for. She doesnt say a word, he believes he is the only one holding these stamp covered feelings. He try’s to express his feelings, he thought it would be easier but he became lost for words, she looks at his tired wasted soul as he stands slumped with regret in his eyes. She smiles and says “I love you”, he is in disbelieve as he looks up and into her dark street like eyes, the same ones he fell in love with, they scream help me more then anywords ever could, he is stunned not knowing how to react, he smiles as she reach’s in to kiss, stunned he kisses her and all the months of travel and chasing becomes nothing but a day of bliss, they both know without saying a word that they mean the world to one another and need each other for this world they live in isnt for them but they must fight on walk on move on, make new memories.
true love is found
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