upload : 2006_07_01 2006_06_27 Sometimes the words don't come. And I look but you can't see. I wish the bass tremble of my sighs could crack the glass silence. And make you smile an ultraviolet ray. Things should only be this difficult sometimes. Maybe once every full moon or every other autumn. Our fears should never be as concrete as the candy we eat. And communication is a secret my mother never told me. You remind me so much of her and myself. A burning paper lantern over a silent puddle of water. A loose thought falling through the sky. entries contact