1+1=One
It’s been awhile.
A summer’s gone by.
In a haze.
A complete haze.
A scarecrow and a queen.
An open fire and a candle.
An old shop smelling of camphor and a less old one with cold tiles.
Happy faces.
Happy feelings.
Dressed up, dressed out, dressed off.
Roses and trembling fingers.
Laughter and sunshine.
See, ladies and gentlemen,
sometimes it comes to you
- if only for a short time -
Happiness.
It smacks you in the face
as you sit on a bridge with your feet dangling over the water
watching the never setting sun with your head on a shoulder,
or as you wake up with your hand being clutched by another hand,
or as you forget yourself completely at work
and start to giggle infront of a huge group of germans
or as you sit in your little 1800s shop poking the fire
and listen to the sound of rain hitting the cobbles outside
or as you look into someone elses eyes
and see yourself reflected as a brightly shining star
or simply as you go to bed with a smile and wake up exactly the same.
Yes, it’s been awhile.
She’s been busy.
They’ve been busy.
