a blog built for one to talk about the failures and the memories in ways that try to seem obscure but are just plain silly because there is only me sir while you stand wondering if the feelings you feel are the ones i intended when i wrote that i loved you, if not forever, at least for tonight

there is plain talking and then there is evocative lying in black on white in ether that has always been our medium of choice

lying beside you as you wither away i think how lovely every curve, every scent, every blonde tiny hair, every longer curling darker to lighter hair that hangs from my sleeves in the morning but now drapes your pillow or my arm and i am overwhelmed again with how much love God is capable of cramming into tiny tiny packages and i praise him, if only to myself