December 21, 2008
Youíre never mine and always lost. Like love in a rose. Like resting pelicans with a slender, eternal, twisting fire. Iíll break the dawn, drown the sun, and watch you blink and awake, slowly, with a blush. There will always be a fear of words. There will always be too many of you and too many of them. There will always be me: made of you and everything else. A green bottled motley of lives and dreams, a messenger within a messenger. And someday I will float away, waiting for the walls to break, for the shards to hurt again.