I'm what's left when everything's been taken away from you. What am I?

I had this amazing dream yesterday. I was in a vast, carpeted library. Yet despite its size, there was a cozy feeling to it. I know it may sound strange, but I found myself on my belly, crawling towards one of the shelves. I picked a book and started reading the back cover. And at the time, I could remember what I was reading. And the book didn't ( Read more... )

I think I'd like to be someone's Autumn.

Verbally constipated. A perfect way to put what I've been recently. Saw the term from something Cai posted. Words just don't flow like they used to. Even these words I'm typing right now, I'm pulling them out of my gut ( Read more... )