Abstract Scorpio

I'm sitting here on my "lunch" break. In my quiet contemplation l'm taken back to times passed when i worried about what she was doing when i wasn't around, what she thought about, how she really felt and where it would all end up. Happiness was as easy as riding around listening to the radio watching the wind whip her hair about as her perfume subtly said "this is for you". Knowing that eternity rest soundly in the next second and the past just didn't matter. For that moment in time, two were one and there was a shared experience, just as there was a shared consciousness. Inside me erupted a volcano of chaotic, confused emotion and life was as it appeared. Now? Now just is. It too is as it appears, but the difference is not unlike the difference between a beautiful waterfall and a barren slab of slate. Both are as they appear, one is just much more appealing than the other.