June 2010
1 post
Dump
I just want it out of me. I just want these words to stop pounding at the back of my eyes and distracting me and making me fall in love with every little picture and line and quip and piece of poetic license that I run across that tugs at my heart. I love them like I should love those close to me. They are my amplification of the ways that I don’t understand how to feel. They are more a part...