I can see us in the fray, pulled by the chaos in all directions. One arm outstretched, the other pawing at people to move so there'd be freedom--even a second is precious and rare. Dear God, all the things at stake and my heart wants to flutter into my throat and I could very nearly laugh here. There's a taste, and it's desperation. I don't know ( Read more... )

Oh, and I am going to say this aloud. It's almost been a founding reason for my love of Frou Frou, where Immi asks in the first song of theirs that I had ever encountered, "why did you make me, Lord? I don't fall in love, obviously ( Read more... )