Jittering left and right because I know what's coming; sacred tomorrow that waits for me like a pen anticipating paper. Kismet always reminds me of kis s. Justly so, no words surround your face in my mind. Its just a shape waiting to be painted by your presense. Vague swirls of color rush around inside and the sealed envelope is pale next to knowing you. Calm takes over and the feathered thoughts gracefully make their way below. The day settles and fate levels with the horizon.