we're in this little world and it's just the two of us. i get lost in the blue skies that radiate from your eyes and i swear that's all that seems to matter. not weight, not world hunger, not the fact that i can't feel my hands, not my hair, nothing except you. everyone around us just turns their head but listens closely, you can tell. they won't look, but they'll listen. sometimes, i think they really want to know everything we do. i think they somehow want to be apart of it and feel what we feel and see what we see and do what we do. i would too though, i can't lie. we have something special, and i'd be damned if we lost it. but if i were them, i'd be compeletely and utterly envious.