My hands are trembling and my eyes are on fire. This house is crumbling, left brain and left out on the wire. You make me happy and you magnify my better half. You make me certain though all I have today is your photograph. My past is perilous, but each scar I bear sings -- monuments to where I have been and melodies to where I am going.
When will I see you again?
Still-life can only go so far and I need you in front of me, saying my name and saying to me, "I want you the way you are. You, the way you are. "
You make me happy.
-421
I am still hoping for those previous attempts to finally quit verging on futility. Maaabutan din kita, hayop ka. :))
