I'm feeling poetic.

" There is an abundance of admiration that lies within an ocean of thoughts too large to swim through. This one Siren, he creates a current that starts at one end and actually reaches the other without diminishing in the ebbs. Often actually; with each glance, movement, and half smile. Strong waves overwhelm the weak, and it becomes too hard to keep my head above the water. They say drowning is the most peaceful death, so I CHOOSE to die thinking of him and the spineless comfort I am annointed with. .... but he doesn't see that when he looks at me...... I wish that I could help the fact that Ive been disguised as an emotionless mold of a darkened dreary medusa, because now merely eye contact will scare him into stone: an object that would not even acknowledge my presence if I were to pick it up and skip it across the water. " =/ Josh is coming home in March
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Lovely diary.
You have a nice way with words.
you're welcome
dang calm down thurr shakespeare.

yay josh!