nime is in that most beautiful of dilemmas: calming the storm would not only increase his chances of success, but also make failure much more tolerable, and yet calming a storm is impossible
or perhaps i am feeling poetic because i see girls that remind me of "her" - the curve of their hips, the pattern of their dress, or the mop of hair atop their short, straight, relaxed posture - and my heart skips a beat.
: - (
eye contact. i look down, smiling with the shame of a man who cannot get over something that never was, who cannot leave a place that never existed. she smiles back. the twinkle of sunlight in her eye and the curve of her lips remind me even more of...
i should not say it! ...but i can't help but think it