Sunday, October 21, 2007

A Plan!

She makes me think of a light, powder purple, that smells faintly of lavendar.

Cat-like, indepence and a strength hidden.

Intelligence.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

I can't help feeling my heart sink when she does that.

Then I need to ask, what am I doing?

Nothing makes sense, I've lost direection, and shall I cling onto her just because she showed a little concern? I don't think she deserves this. No one does. This trivial troubles are nothing. They pale in comparison to what so many others find themselves faced with.

Grow stronger, I would tell someone else, so grow stronger, won't you, Gavin?

No one desires a torrent of melancholy, especially not her.