"my head is spinning, the perfume makes me dizzy. my stomach is so nauseous with the sounds you send me. you can read my mind like no one else, you seem to read my diary. I’m unsure of how you find the key to my lock but between the deafening silences you resurrect the sounds of love. I don’t wanna believe in love but you keep proving me so so wrong."

decemberthird 2010