Wednesday, April 7, 2010

much more

paint brush of glitter and stars that keep the night glowing. a captivating presents that reminds you this is real. a questionable good time that has only got you wanting more. an outdoorsy way that makes everything seem just right. like water rushing your body, you like just how it feels. like the warming of the sun you note it's devotion to making you feel. as if your wondering it's motives you don't need to be justified with such things as long as you can feel this all the way to your insides then you should know that it's happening. this is happening. letters in the mail should not have you suspended. they are only small truths sent to you via airwaves that let little envelopes dance your way. a pretty little thought of wonderful writing. pen ink marks my hand like little battle wounds, but i do not wince at pain. for that ink is a reminder of what i wrote was real. it allows me to remember that with such epic appeal i've placed words in the most proper position to grace your heart. make you think, try to make you feel. something your very thankful for in the loudest of ways. you are sincerely amazing. i'm only growing more and more fond of you, when i've already decided i like your much more than nylon.

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