These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Ides of March

chaos there was
and then
your voice
and it was,
by far,
my worst case of LSS -
a clear, gentle melody that calms...
and bothers me,
to distraction.

-bs ;)
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