that's what we'll call this weeks installment.

stranger things occur to mock you darling in the subtle mornings of a rainbow's kiss.
I exist, only in this ever wanting,
I digress, into this mirror image of justification that we both missed on feelings outstretched.
fading figments of ever-longing trepidation, my love we are like the tears of the ocean,
over swept and baring no great elegance or depth.
Faster. Shall we traipse across the furrowed brows of our former keepers?
Or let lie the soft negligence of doubt?
sinuous hopes, fears and phantoms play about the skirt of this magnificent oak that bares down upon us
what of it's age and wisdom will it bestow upon our humble countenance?
far be it me to describe such forbidden things.

As if one was not enough.

Sing softer to me, Oh fading masterpiece of my own discrepancy. Let the tremulous vowels resound furtively upon your delicate lips. Fading swiftly we have only just begun to transcribe the messages underlying this fantastic fever. So shiver with me in the cold of my own vacancy. Trust that the smoke that escapes me now is only a product of my own frozen tyranny and that you are the foundation of this great work which I lay down my discrepancies upon; the alter that I sacrifice my pride at. These stone monoliths enclose my memories half-constructed the other a moiety of truth.
-Kat