Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004 @ 10:47 pm
Ballet of cars, fallen leaves, in the foggy morning on Main Street.
The boletes, the chanterelles and the crested corals. I must choose between you and them.
of feelings for you
I replay what you've said over and over in my head - to reassure me, to remind me - to be not afraid to love you.
You find me strange and different, and in a way that's what I wanted to be to you. An urchin, curious and passionate, bringing colour to your
I don't hold onto you all night anymore. I think it's because I'm slowly relaxing into you.
Roots | Shoots