2007-10-12 - 11:28 p.m.
i think the amount of guts i.ve spilled on the page.
vaguely outweighs the amount of guts i.ve really got.
so i type in a box that stares blinking at me.
like my mother does when she doesn.t understand what i am rambling about.
the cursor waits patiently for the keystrokes.
i wait patiently for a face and a love i have only yet met...
through a blinking cursor in a box.