trace this shape
each hairpin smoothed over by your fingertips
lines growing patiently more ardent
more moonstruck
and serious
this dishonest silhouette you sought
escapes your defective hands
and desperate,
you swear to love it
more.

infatuated by your seam-sealed sentences
speaking in patterns
pressing them against my ears that can't hold them
so they drop out my lips
out my lips in awed repetition
free of eloquent elegance

wishing I could say it like you.

Dear Journal,

I'm all mixed up.

( Watch it all dissolve into a single second )

Pulse. Blue. Pulse. Grey. Eyes. meet. Girl. dark. Boy. dreams. Tense. skin. shakes. Black. sweat. Twelve. feet. Four. steps. Quick. glance. Hold. blink. Hold. Still. chest. Heart. speeds. Voice. lost. Tempt. Breathe. Tempt. Hold. Tempt. Release. Chair. slides. Stand. Head. rush. Clutch. wild. rose. Thorns. kiss. flesh. Sky. drops. tears. Mind. rush ( Read more... )

Dear Journal,

I'm sorry for neglecting you. ( These random pictures will make it all better )

No Russia. No gloves. Darn.

"I'd say life is a state of mind" - Brian

Christmas kisses all 'round :)

Muchlove
Shaedy

Thank you to Emma, who really made me feel better today...and for writing me a story. Keeses to you, darlink.
( The story )