Archive for November, 2003


only he knows that she’s made purely of mysterious magenta sparkles and that to her sunny warm days are good, but only next to dark and windy nights most pleasant for an inappropriate walk or two or three… counting stops amounting, numbers are useless, it’s a fine evening to never stop strolling and tiptoeing along [...]


i want to feel you from the inside, let me in. taken back through memories that lead to feelings that lead to moments that lead to you and why you are you, here. words can’t really explain feelings, yet i constantly try to put together little pieces of my brain to give to you like [...]