Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

this warming soulful southern smile
her dream drip warmth

i have an openness
to love
to accept her dream movement
her shadow tongue
her disparate wanton penetrating love song
her ideals
her depressions
her massive moments of anti social bursting and i'm left alone without a her or an anyone and made to feel stupid in the distance....
what am i supposed to do here with her? i love her. i ...


i wish i had the courage to write to her. my only love. i miss her warmth

my letter and her envelope...

yeah....

~westie

raw...