Silent has my voice been.
The thoughts just never stop.
Take me in.
We'll run forever.
Through the Nebraskaan crop.

I've given to words that kept my past locked away.
And I've started to breathe again.
Yesterday I caught a wind under my nails.
And today I got a watch tan,
So the sun is shining somewhere.
I guess you could compare me to Nebraska;
Plain as day.
Instead of grain, all I bare is anxiety.
I like simplicity.
I like instant relief, and held lungs, and the pressure in my blood when our eyes meet.
I've thought you beautiful.
But every moment more I'm soaking in your presence,
I've realized that words don't work here anymore.
I'm searching for a way to reflect your beauty back.
Here is my atempt:

The pictures speak for me. But aren't mine unless stated.