haunted

I am -
at a point where I hesitate to crack
my old journal entries Open - for Fear
that I will find within its pages
the dilapidated dusting of Dreams
I have Not fulfilled

or worse - 
to Not find the personal constellation of once-believed-Visions
because I'd once-or-twice forgotten
to write them down.

(I confess that I run around with a constant fear that I will lose my heart and hopes in this city.)

lame secrets we all share

sometimes i like to play songs and pretend they are meant just for me

NYE countdown

it was supposed to be a joke...
                                                     but then I  - 
                                                                         couldn't stop kissing you
                                                                                          
(geeheehee!)