If I want to tell you more than anything...

I want to tell him I like him more than anything. And I never wanted anyone more. In all honesty. It's a bit crazy.

I even started writing poems again. I haven't done that since... well... 11th grade. Like... poems that mean something to me. Not just... for writing. I missed that.


the mystery shade of the coursing wind--
stirs in your direction.

And.
I wonder if
the sun's glory is more than the sky above.

come closer.
discover mirror images with me.