#2.20.15

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Video: Umphrey's McGee: Immigrant Song 02/20/15 —— Tour Manager Bobby Haight on drums for a birthday rendition of the Zeppelin classic. Landmark Theatre, Syracuse, NY, 02/20/15.

[thehushedpoet]

2/20/15 - 9:36pm

I finally found it -- I found the words. It's an extraordinary feeling -- like kissing you for the first time. For once in my life, I am not left speechless by you -- I've found the diction to expose my thoughts, I thought it was inconceivable, but guess what -- it wasn't. It's a once-in-lifetime sort of moment for me, finding the words to show you the pictures in my head and the feeling of your skin grazing mine. A writer considers it an accomplishment -- being able to figure out the words, as writing is an abstract mathematical equation, requiring a sort of thought and process and search, to find the right answer and sequence of words to solve the problem in their mind of how to depict their thoughts on a slim piece of paper. You my dear, are the mathematical equation. You are the abstract. The beautiful sequence of genes and atoms that make up this equation I've never been able to solve in my high- functioning, chemical- impounded, multi- surfaced area of a brain. -- Until now. Thank you.

- T.L. // Found

[thehushedpoet]

2/20/15 - 8:44pm

my hands against your body, feeling your beautiful figure -- lips inhaling and meeting your soul.

a gentle hand against my back, hearts parallel--beating in unison, tilting back against the cushions -- you smother me with your body, covering my neck and shoulders with sweet kisses.

- T.L. // Meeting You