what can I say that I haven't already said- swirls of emotions get the better of us. perhaps in another time things would be different, however I'm not romanticizing the idea. within the delicate process of intwining thoughts; an inner dialogue drove a spike- severing the crimson string between you and I. can this admission of error be redeemed or ( Read more... )

I've lived a multitude of lives already in my head. Scouring visual fields for a glimpse of events, these are all distant reminders of what was now. Late into the night, early into the morning: always on. Gypsy blood, entwined deep as raspberry roots. Maybe it was because I had nothing to loose, maybe now I've become settled inside this marrow of ( Read more... )

no.