Enough goes on around me to allow my eyes to spin in circles. Can you image a drop of water perfectly round before it drops? The edges of a blade right before it cuts...Sometimes we look at the sky and think it is blue but what if we only see what others tell us to see...And there you are in my hall saying hi to me. And there you are again. I stand with nothing but my hands and you stand with nothing but your smile. In the event that we say more than hi allowing the walls to fall between us. I a sure you my eyes will no longer spin, the sky will never be blue, and we'll both drop like water from a facet-together.