Dec 08, 2006 20:52
Carthesis. It is to me as water is to my muscles. I need it to live, I want it to quench the wondrous thirst of life; when I desire to cleanse myself of sins. And wonder is to life as the sparkle is to untouched snow.
Is life as untouched? And does wonder sparkle all that much? Is it only me who loves expression like it is my own scent.
Is it awkward to ask how I smell? What do I smell like?
Return to me, my love, continue with me. Creep into my arms so I may live again…
A/N: Devoted to the snow storm that was supposed to give me a snow day... but didn't.