saving this moment

I want to run, run past the angry trees and never look back into the world that I saw as a black void of misery.

You held my hand and I wanted to run under the laughing sun and scream at the moon to let me go.

I laughed, and the glimmer in your eyes made me see the kind of things I never want to see.

That music saved me from the line I was about to cross when I began to fall in love with . . .

6th May Tuesday 2008