I finally felt what they call love. They're right. I can't explain it. Happiness waiting to explode. to explode. to explode. I love her. Just so much. And, it doesn't hurt this time.

A fine week. In the first bit, I couldn't hear the voices I'd have liked to, and that didn't please me. Then my tooth came out, and my spit was all bloody and that took care of the fun.

Also, I fell in love with a cousin. My sub-concious, it seems, has well-done incestuous tales to tell me. One day, I'm going to pick one of them and refuse to let them go.

I want everybody to fall in love. Its such a nice thing. It makes people nicer and more generous. Less grumpy and annoying. The birds chirp. The flowers bloom. And, the world is beautiful.

Eventually, they may fall out of it. And, it'd be painful and dirty and an awful place for them. But, I wouldn't be there for that, and so it doesn't really fit in to my scheme of things.

So please, for me, fall in love.

'Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below.'

Thank you for being around, when I need an ego the most.

As is love were hereditary
we love. You and I.
Taught as we are, to do that which comes from within.

Love, we do.
for language bars the feeling that has not been
named to encompass within it. a want unnamed.

We walked slowly.
Speaking to each other.
(if the empty spaces that heard could be ignored)

I liked watching your hands move
on me.
The sight being as pleasing as the touch.

For when you left
(for you wished the empty spaces to speak)
I could still fool my eyes into watching your fingers
move

through letters I stole
that spoke of love and beauty and walking together.
(only yesterday did I see they were addressed to another.)

You said you would be back late.
I wait up still. To satisfy
a need to die before you.
I figure it must have a name.
Love.
Yet, I will not cross seven seas
or bring you the moon.