i must go to her now and lay at her side and let her brush the hair from my face as i watch her read.

I love her. i can't help it. she is beautiful, she is lovely. she is MY lovely. giggle

juliet scrapes the back of my brain in her consistent need for attention. picking at the little brain masses that hold my most red and pink memories. paper hearts can't compare to the lace and donuts of a wet dock. but a new softness graces my pillow. a brilliant rainbow of blonde and blue. until the lights are off and the faint streetlight isn' ( Read more... )

making friends with a white blank screen was never my idea of a great time. add to that a bad head cold and an absent girlfriend and you're negetive 20 steps away from having a party. but the music is good. a gift from a very important person. i think about them everyday. how much they shaped who i am. little did they know that i was a lump of ( Read more... )

The words move inside my brain like an african parasite struggling to take all that it can of me. It's surprising. To say the least...

Something tells me I should just be glad it finally cut me down - and ( Read more... )

-Let the four winds blow freely over the insecure excistence of it all. Their touch, whether soft or not, will only for a fleeting moment attempt to change that upon which they fall. And cautiously desend within that inviting cradle of substance and form that will lift and carry you grandly with bold distinction of meaning forlorn. But..what is ( Read more... )