We can be moved by

fear

or by trains and dreams and time

We can be moved by

music

and a kiss or a promise or pain

We can be captured by

nothingness

and disappear into it

as if

we never were.

Move me

I say to that song, that story,  those splashes of colors

on  canvas, on a wall, on skin

every chance I get.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Transport