I look at you and overflow ( Read more... )

To me, love is, first and foremost, a deep ( Read more... )

caught in your thrall ( Read more... )

On a scale of one to ten it's a two. Only a two. But I'm no longer used to it ( Read more... )

There's need for a journal after all, need to address my thoughts to the void, not a listener. Addressing a person posits an expectation of a reaction, but I can think of no reaction appropriate to my current state ( Read more... )