august_skin Death of a Rose She used to look at me with a slight tilt of the head, As if trying to figure out the silence that had descended upon me. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking of you." "What are you thinking about me?" "That you are an amazing creature, that you can make me tremble with a small touch. It's like trying to learn a new language when I'm around you." She would turn away to ponder this blatant statement. I never asked her what she was thinking. And I don't know why. Now that she is gone and those small touches have left me with an august_skin, empty and sad. 040620 ... puredream I long for my august_skin to once again enclose my body. To feel spiritually emancipated. Oh it's a true wonder when one is clothed in august_skin for it is then that they can truly breathe. I long to breathe. 040620 ... whitechocolatewalrus my skin of august to keep me warm and remind me why i'm here sometimes i forget that i was conceived and born and that i was kept and that i was fed and that i was loved and that i am still here just like every body else as the august sun nourishes my skin and my heart and my soul i remember that specialness is only a frame of mind 040620 what's it to you? who go blather from