Wednesday, December 13, 2006

i cannot look at you too often.
for fear of being drowned deeper and deeper into your pool of utter bliss.
in a perfect world, we'd exist.
but let's just leave it as this for now.
for the betterment of my eyesight and good sanity.

how can you be so blasé when everything about you just screams PERFECTION.

maktub.

skribbled at 1:12 AM