*my muse
Enough about me. Let's talk about you.
You make me miss the child I put off in my quest to be a serious adult. You exhibit adultness that makes me want to be a kid no more.
I always thought you had a way with nouns - people, places, things, animals, and events. I also think these same nouns have their way with you, too.
You are a dreamer aiming for realization. Your life is light in the shadow of dreams.
Your are daylight.
You are darkness.
You are romance.
You are reality.
You stroke.
You scrape.
