The long nights have never been more lovely.
I revel in the new act of conversation.
These thoughts I ponder no longer require a lock and key.
Intervention haunts me no more.
Though my mouth is still struggling to form the words, the ideas swim and swirl, radiating outward.

Fear shows its face sometimes...tapping me on the shoulder...
whispering in my ear...speaking like thorns on a vine.
This bull will certainly not charge knowing there is a stinger lying in wait.


But he pushes his tongue to his teeth when he laughs...
And this, I can't resist.

There is a creature who provokes such desire in me that it's rediculous.

hopelessly waiting,
waiting for you.

I feel like a peeping tom,
as I watch him walk to work each day.

Apparently the combination of bloodletting, three extra-strength Tylenol and two bowlpacks make me feel like I'm under the influence of 8 Tylenol PMs.

I somehow just got my ass kicked.

The amazing energy in here leaves my head swimming.

Swimming, swimming, swimming...