Jun 13, 2006 00:41
Oh, the moon is gorgeously bright, framed by fluffy blue-grey clouds in the dark dark jamul sky, stars everywhere and in abundance. This moon is a romantic moon, a kissing moon, a moon only viewed properly by the reflection in your lover's eyes. Perfect treehouse, right outside my window nestled in an old, huge bushy tree i played in when i was young. My orangeish brown hair is back in clips, my skin pale and clear, my eyes filled with a romantic clam. The night wind is warm and soft, and everything is there for me. I am a part of the world, and not close to insignificant. Good night.