thinking isnt all about being able to articulate your thoughts efficiently. my heart is flooded, bubbling, overflowing with emotion. cliches roll off the tips of my fingers, i erase the words i form again and again.. nothing seems right. what is original all seems repeated. is it not original for me to feel the way i do? they call this feeling "indescribable", this feeling that renders us "speechless". we search for words. I search for words. i dont have the excuse of scorching hot chocolate. words that would reach right into my core and gorge out the "essence" of this feeling. a word that would spread me raw out on the table. yet again, what i speak of is another cliche. like many others i struggle with this battle. should i simply give in? the fog tonight cloaks me in almost tangible arms while i reach for yours. how do i catch my breath, remembering stolen moments, the fleeting surges of desire - to hold, to possess, to undo. how did you hold this cracked and jagged mirror? how i wish you didnt have to go so early.

thank you.

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i feel so much. but what do i say?

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on a happier and funnier side note.. dawne just breezed into my room telling me about her parody of cinderella. in her story, the ugly step sister exchanged the shoe for her own.. so the prince had to marry the ugly stepsister.. and her last line was.. " and the ugly step sister lived happily ever after. The prince didn't." lols! :D and her view on techno music.." WHAt? u call this chilling music? why dont u watch me have a seizure instead?" ... sigh :) distractions like that are always good when im feeling the way i do today..

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im so angry! i want to scream!