a longing song
I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice
with the weight and warmth of your arms at my waist
I ask for what you cannot give
and offer what you will not take
I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin. If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.