And the week goes by and you know it takes my breath away.

I had the most excruciating leg cramps today. They lasted 3 hours. Ow.

I'm over him. Totally over him. Done. Kaput. Capisce?

shalalalalalalalalalala ti da.

The rush of love is gone.
Boredom has set in.

SWF likes music, cooking if not burning house down, science, with a fascination with hands looking for SM, 15-18 taller than she, heavier than she by at least 20 lbs, at least 2.75 GPA. No ulcers, please. Don't mind someone's playing with hands for hours on end 'cause hands are cool. Drugs and smoking are icky. Drink what you like. Mullets, long fingernails, rat tails, smelly, stupid, bad breath, unmotivated, and any kind of dental fixture are not good. Same goes with jaundiced or gangreened anything.

Collide.

Collapse on top of me
My suffocation breathes sweet
Together we'll collide
Our eyes will dance and dart
across the skin
shine and sparkle like a star
a prism of water like salt
Crush me with carbon
I'll feel so much more alive
A reflection in your eyes
The innocence of sheets like snow
cotton and cool
Pillows strike
Birds are gone but the feathers fly
Air collides and you
collapse on top of me