Like foot prints in concorete The marks etched into your path,

A tingle... like lightnening, Firing through the neurons of my brain.

Sadness, hanging, On the curl of your lip.

The thoughts that invade her mind, In the 3am haze of swirling emotion,

Don't you know, Everything we see is two dimensional.

Overwhelmed, a disease, Twisting, turning, crawling in my mind,