Love, The Foreign Object

Connecting, provoking, sharing, engaging

rearranging peices of our lives to fit thiers,

a puzzle, simply a game, that is not changed by the daily ranges of our perspectives

but to make sure that ths puzzle can some how 

fit, 

into an oblivion of what we thought we coud never imagine.

Wow, Id never think they would be this special

id never think i think so much about someone

id never think to care about someone so much, 

id never think to have 

have this. Whatever it is, its not foreign, 

but to me, 

I am foreign to it. 

Because it is connecting, changing, provoking, and engaging

rearranging peices of its world to fit mine,

it is becoming a puzzle of, more than a game, and my perspective is continuosly

being changed so that we can both some how, 

fit.

I am foreign to it. 

And with this foreign object, 

my happiness is never ending.