Do you ever wonder if you are going silently insane as you move through the days of your life?  Is it as though you want to look up into the heavens and scream "next!" at the top of your lungs?  What is life anyway but a boring series of events that melt into one another and drag on like the white lines of the asphalt?

If I held out my hand would you escape with me into some other world where time did not exist, life was enchanting and filled with color as if mountain wildflowers?

Would we even notice the riots of color upon the soft petals as our bodies pressed against one another seeking shelter and answering unspoken promises and our minds were on nothing...absolutely nothing...but the tremors of desire that run through our souls?

I wonder if we would think then as we do now- that we would never get enough of one another.