familiar_voice Mahayana even tides and a familiar voice grasping past, colliding into the future hand outward, spewing with velvety gestures foolish insane mind, swirling colours traipsing liquidity of love, seeping into my soul 020308 ... silent storm I'm pathetic. I am so in love with you, but I never seem to have the words to tell you how much. I guess I just stopped trying because nothing I say, write, or even think does justice to my feelings for you. And how can I even begin to compare to you? When everything you say to me makes me smile shyly and look down blushing. I never even liked my name until I heard you say it. Your voice, your words, They make my fingers tremble My palms sweat My pulse races at the sound of you. I wish I could convey to you, in voice, what is in my heart, espcially now that I am not there to physically show you. Maybe then you'd have no doubts about my love for you. I miss you. 020809 what's it to you? who go blather from