Darling!

Hello good evening, how do you do? Timeless you are, dear reader... you have existed for thousands of years and here you are at the foot of my murmur... at my disposal. I can tell you anything I like, and you will listen, you will read. Who am I? I am a lover, a dreamer... a child with her thoughts in the wind, drinking in beauty, breathing in hope... Hoping others will offer me their own cups of passion and desire. I am blazing with what I know and what I hope to know. At this moment I am happy... though I can't tell you if I will be pleasant in the next. You see, I am only human... and I am absolutely enamoured with this certain boy... who has perhaps forgotten me. Oh, what shall I do? On lighter, less defening notes, I think the written word is the most gorgeous thing known to man. And when you attach your heart strings to it, it lives for you. Really it does. I can sit and bleed words... string them around my neck, adorn the sky with dazzling words. Oh I...adore it.