Memories

Everytime I visit this website, I'm reminded of the time you stumbled onto it by accident while typing in my current blog. I still miss you for all the things that made you unique and whatnot and I'm not really ashamed that I feel this way.

This is kind of pathetic.

I feel like writing stuff again. Things that make sense. Things that aren't just for vanity. My current Blog feels like something I write in just to impress people with. I want this secret blog (or not so secret) to be something I use to send my message out into the void.

Here's the most recent thing I wrote. An ode to your smile.

idiosyncratic

lips, tucked like
protective lovebirds
nestling silently -
and all the while through the day
I couldn't help myself
i could feel feathers
lightly brushing against my cheeks,
evoking a smile to match yours
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I was angry at you that day. I tried to give you the cold shoulder, but it wouldn't bite. What chance did I have when you knew exactly what to do to get on my good side?