2.3.05

my night-time thought

not really knowing what to do about the parts of me that even i won't see. refuse to more like it. is it all or nothing? is it really depth and passion or mediocrity and artificial words? no gray. absolute. requiring all of me, you do not force,yet pull me to you with a compelling magnetism and mystery, and complete love, that i cannot resist. so take my hands off my eyes and help me see the smudges that are on my heart and be willing to have them scourged.