dolorous interludes.

Why hello, December's Here. nice seeing you post a little comment after a rather long time. Your absence has been felt. -smiles- Indeed, december hasnt been so sweet a month. a confounded lonely time it has been despite the artificial bustle and cake icings. but yes, im holding on my dear. i trust that you've been having the greatest time this season with the pretty neon lights and modern music. Meanwhile, I wait still for Love; the love that i see in all things beautiful: a painted portrait in Paris; a chiffon scarf dancing with the winds in Lyon; a majestic masquerade waltzing to Chopin. Oh yes, before i forget, i must remind you to write so very soon! You havent written for a grand total of, fourteen days? i live to read you my dear, nourish my roots now; you do remember that you serve somewhat as inspiration. -grins-

And as for you my dear, my fellow friend who also thinks Dorian the most charming; yes, let us sit and talk about the previous entry some time. i believe i have much to share.

Off i go now to fill the pores, joints, fractures and beddings of my heart; i shall feel emptier tomorrow i am certain, but let me learn to live and embrace this broken bag of dreams.

posted by voyeur @ 12/06/2003 07:31:00 PM