sometimes i feel as if i can be so melodramatic, and i question why...is there something inherently beautiful in the idea of loss, in the ideal of the irreplacable? that stories such as those give a hope that there is something out there that is whole, pure, and so singular to each person that upon discovering it they cannot help but to become enrapturously entwined in passion? eeks. maybe being confined in this cube has made me looney. posted by testimonies 2:26 PM Add a comment . . .
