Writings from November of 2007 to April of 2009, or maybe the middle of 2010. |
| 1-10-08 So this is the outcome of too many "what becomes". There's more to say but I won't, for I do not like feelings of disappoint. It's not you, it's me... and it's not me, it's you. And so it goes... yeah so it goes. We could believe in what we never were apt to achieve. No sense being bitter, but what else do I have the sense for? I should love no one more than I love myself and be sure of something so much less complicated. My heart is not an icon. Love is not a mystery. Feelings become pervasive more so than idolatry or dentistry. Explore my mouth before you implore my world. There's so much more to offer you besides creativity or plainness... my over-saturated girl. Tell me once you can make it. Tell me twice you're not faking. A third time might charm us more than anything you had before. Maybe you're more than a dream, because you're just about everything that comes close to being real to me. |