February 9, 2012
At the office... recieving moments of inspiration...
The setting sun shines on me
Makes me think of you
Life will never be the same
JPIR
Your hands fit mine perfectly
Our roots intertwined
You will change me forever
AMM
Sometimes I have things that I want to say. Nothing fancy or elaborate... Usually just thoughts I want to get off my chest. Verbal Diarrhea. Flowery expressions of a tensed mind looking for a release valve. Trappings of a often too insecure young man with a clangking keyboard and time on his hands... These words are half jest and full heart, not to be taken too seriously... but understood in context of hot coffee cups and rainy sunday afternoons.