Utopia

i'll never be able to tell just how much i think of you.. i feel that a day is wasted if i dont talk to you.. it's true that a day is bad if i dont see you.. if you're not there a part of me is missing.. something surfaces, and surfices, i feel that my hands, and head and heart.. are all with-held in hard stuck vices. you are the utopia, my euphoric drug of choice, when i'm around you.. it feels as though i have no voice and yet i talk and ramble on hopefully covering a topic that we share in common insterests.. interesting i find you to truelly be, of hot, my epiphany. xox Kyelle