"there are moments in the blanket of time where I’ve just wanted to shout “I LOVE YOU!” to no one in particular- just someone to make them feel admired and cared. these moments come in waves, days at a time and then gone for months. I want the same in return, to just hear a random voice crying out that they love me, that they desire me; but to want is to be selfish, and to be selfish is to be frowned upon. the deeds we do everyday go unnoticed but the single step it takes to break a piece of glass is heard for miles, you could swat a fly that landed on a neighbor and only be criticized for the blow of your hand. we walk through the streets, down the baked sidewalks and battle ourselves, we walk through the world, down the beaten paths and battle each other. I wish I could tell you that I love you without you reading the context too far, I wish I could tell you that I love you without you not reading it at all; I wish I could tell you “I love you,” without any hesitancy, without any certainty but with just the amount of everything you want, everything you desire but only if I could hear it in return."

septembereighth, 2011