2003-09-28 || 3:07 p.m.
Wading thru words.
...and you follow behind me, like a sacred shadow or my better half.
So now we sit, close enough to feel each other, but not close enough to touch.
And I write.
And you flip through the endless pages that are you, or your words, a voice yet to be heard.
As you piece together what is soon to be, you know I'm lucky to have you.
I know I'm lucky to have you.
You're beautiful and sexy and mysterious as I watch you there, wading thru your words.