Where virtual and actual reality meet.
There was a quiet hum as she walked along a path towards the Central Park Zoo area and the little bursts of breeze turned into one solid push of air towards her. Ruth startled as she heard deep voice murmur profanity as his leather backpack fell and spilled out pages of an old dictionary. She looked up through the flying and floating pages as the man approached her, his green eyes flecked with fire within the glowing street lamps.
You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
Anybody else would surely know
He’s watching her go
But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
He’d have understood her baptism of suds, wine, and cheese as a way to erase him from her past.
Will you keep bringing out the best in me?
Something told her that she isn’t making it to the ball today.
And I thank you for choosing me
To come through unto life to be
A beautiful reflection of his grace
