I would have been a deer, had I known love.

[thesorrow]

I have that twilight kinda' soul that's tickled by birds at dawn, held in rapt fascination by flocks of fireflies in sublime symmetry before a luminous moon, stirred to smiles by the snowy brushstrokes on naked december aspens, and stilled by acoustic melodies in D minor - that wide-eyed, pubescent soul that fades like the streamlining reflection of the moon over water in the aging arms of winter.

The night is steeped in shadow for those cursed with the owl's eye and warmed for the endearing who endure in the vacuous tomb of a room.

I wait...
for everything.