The Caffienated Delirium

If love and logic could coexist, it'd be a very dull world.

The Honesty

So I told you the truth the only way I knew how: with my fingertips tracing syllables and symbols on your skin.

The View

Embraced by nature, I catch myself wondering why the Willow is weeping. Maybe it has seen so much sorrow that it doesn't need a reason anymore.