you just might make me believe


what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.



and again.
11:16:00 PM
Saturday, June 30, 2007
bop to the top
man. i blog like a thirteen-year-old with a bloodily annoying eye for all things adorable.


damn it. i'm getting rusty.

honesty is the best policy