� white on white � 2004-02-26 � 7:32 a.m. �

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I feel cloudy with thought... sick with indecision... and it's ironic really - I have nothing to decide.

I feel like I am losing again... I crave comfort... and in the end that's all I want is comfort and someone who makes me comfortable. It's not that I don't have that, it's the degree to which I do... or don't.

If nothing else, friend... you've reminded me why it is I am drawn to you... what it is that makes you unforgettable... unattainable... and perpertual.

~Somewhere between the moon and you, angels get a better view~

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