novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- prickly pear i think the act of falling in love must soften rough edges. i think i have grown in every way except this. who would want to smooth me down? such a bloody, wary endeavor. is it worth it, at the end, to let someone inside all my chambers, to feel them padding around calling out each one of my names until i finally answer? 5:16 pm - 05.29.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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