User blog comment:Marcia Aeris/(Not Just Romantic) Love Letters Anonymous/@comment-26470588-20170609132435

I'm going to actually take this seriously now Something else is what I feel, sometimes even become Somewhere else is where I see a painting in a face Something else is going on when I far away I run When I see you, like lego bricks, my world locks into place Not unlike autonomous robots, work surrounds me now Brick upon brick is laid to some fruitless kind of goal It all makes sense when I see you, just text upon a page But I could never fathom letting you out of my soul