knocking_it_into_the_open magicforest I am torn between wanting Desirue to be your first choice, and wanting me to be your first choice, risking getting hurt. And you are torn between two equally hopeless blanks which may or not have the potential to become relationships, risking being alone. And Desirue is torn between loving the boy from the feuding family or just salvaging what she has now, risking a fall into the black hole. We are all dangling over the abyss of fucking doom. I love you ardently, I do not know what else to say. quietly leaves the equation 031102 ... Death of a Rose smothering slowly over the hills and valleys, sunlight is always slow this time of the morning, like an army too far from its supply lines, marching slowly to let them catch up, but always marching. so when the first hint of eastern red, climb through my veiled window, I am ready to knock it wide open and ready myself to become a new day. 031102 what's it to you? who go blather from