as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
You titled my little spur-of-the-moment ditty perfectly, you contaminated your blog of pure Lindalou musings with my inadequacies, out of love bred from twinship. I love you back and thank you for finding my words suitable enough to intrude upon your wondrous poems.
You titled my little spur-of-the-moment ditty perfectly, you contaminated your blog of pure Lindalou musings with my inadequacies, out of love bred from twinship. I love you back and thank you for finding my words suitable enough to intrude upon your wondrous poems.