I come here in the hopes of what an itch began a few weeks back a desire fulfilled that had borne itself a hundred years ago or was it August but fulfilling said desire has now generated a new one wholly dependent on this maze of wires through which we reached out and just brushed
Midnight shades are all well and good but you I can speak to you I have felt and distant stars are meaningless without context.
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Is it just the anons who can come here? or can anybody come and say hello?
Hi!
I just did - It was easy! :)
Nice to meet you!
The idea if for anons to be amongst themselves. No ranks involved. Anon or not.
so this is a place for the anons in love to be together and express their feelings?
In love, in hate--all is one.
and one is all
Tuck it away in your brain. Like sour candy.
But how can you tuck it away when it needs to be shouted out?
When is it deemed unworthy of exposure?
What a fear thou shudder brought forth?
For is it I that situates such forwardness?
Your ripples decorate a match of their own. The very instance my alignment met yours, such a halt in straying it ceased.
My love, shelter your carvings for an angel's visage.
Perhaps quick tucking is indecent or shall it be tongue in cheek?
Tongue in cheek is worthy of indecent exposure?
Yet, harshly exposing dark thoughts may bring to light the hard reality that one may delude towards
Such a ray of light is strive for between blades of night.
Aid is thy question?
The vision of light surpresses my image, down towards to veil of the dark nocturnal.
Why is aid aquired by those whom flock towards the light?
Who knows. I bid the light a much tamer image.
I am neither tame nor light.
So...obviously you enjoy talking to yourself.
Yes, I do. =D
I do, graceful siren.
I hope you feel loved as well.
I move into a new apartment today, so I may be absent for a little time.
Please feel free to express whatever you wish at my abode.
I hope we shall meet soon again.
I miss you.
Hopefully, I will be able to install internet over at my place.
Email me, please?
I come here in the hopes of what an itch began a few weeks back a desire fulfilled that had borne itself a hundred years ago or was it August but fulfilling said desire has now generated a new one wholly dependent on this maze of wires through which we reached out and just brushed
Midnight shades are all well and good but you I can speak to you I have felt and distant stars are meaningless without context.
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