"I'm not running away from myself; it's just myself ran away from me- so I am travelling, again."

[witchbabyblue]

The leaves on the oldest tree in my neighbor's yard; in all its' enormity and grace; are an unspeakable, stunning scarlet. This is the kind of color that seems, almost, to have texture. To radiate light, in and of itself. Its' brilliance is the kind we find in the heart of nature, but have been trained to think of as chemical- it's interesting

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[witchbabyblue]

Isn' it wonderful?! Discovering this, and reading about his passion (and geeky knowledge of) music, took my crushed-out lurrrve to a whole new level!

This is what happens when a bookworm/research fiend becomes a reformed television snob! (And also happens to have a past in theatre.) I tend to research performers & director/creators of/from the select shows I really like; especially those who interest me an extra-lot for whatever reason. Generally, with the performers, its' a hunch based on their stunning performance in one role; Phillip Seymour-Hoffman is a long-term example of this; and it balloons into a massive sort of crush on their intelligence as people & actors, after reading various interviews & watching them talk about performing, etc. Although Mr. Marsters' all-around swoon-worthiness does not hurt! There's actually a very elusive (aka: I haven't found it yet) clip of him singing with Amber Benson. Which... just... well, the very thought of seeing such a thing is orgasm-worthy for me. Did you know Tony Head has cd/s

[witchbabyblue]

amber (sexy-like-whoa) benson

[punch_intheface]

as always, a poem for every occasion: do you know this one?

http://gawow.com/roethke/poems/104.html

[witchbabyblue]

so;
as always;
wow.

how do thee amaze me? let me count the ways!

i have a wish about you. i have a story to share. i have time that will come later, and be yours, if you want to hear & share. xxxo, r.

[witchbabyblue]

i heard your voice!!!
it had been so long!
i maybe get to hear it even more, soon!
i am lucky like a plucky ducksy!

[number_one_doll]

i keep a-wanting to call you at west-coast insomniac hours--but then i remember it is more like a pinked dawn over where your body lives. oh, time zones--i will get it right some morning, dear! voices over telephone lines & soon.

<3 sharon