FOCUS
Your presence is needed here and now,
Where I can touch and feel your essence;
And my thoughts can finally act on its leasures.
But there you are and I ask why?
Has the air been stale with my presence?
Must my moves be counted upon every step?
I can’t do this, partly.
My heart is not one to be paired with.
It’s either one, or the other.
And now the focus is on you,
So do not take too long.
The wind grows cold; and quickly too.
Script Culture
📷 Velvin Jones
