Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Affection

I've become more and more aware that never in my moronic existence will I meet someone that possesses the unworldly allure of your mind, and the ardor of your heart. You carry with you, the inviable vitality that consumes me with all the love I can ever comprehend. In that crazy head and heart of yours, resides the simple, most modest of passions for all the things that matter: our versions of art, or ideas of "importance," and our endless, tired less want to conquer.

1 comment:

Ian Michael said...

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I am not an artist. I am a curious observer. With the willingness to document my findings and my theories. Nothing less and nothing, but striving to be, more.