12·09·01 Pre-Dawn

09-DEC-2001 03:00
I believed that love was sacred
As I dove blindly into her sea
You see, that warm embrace felt more like drowning
As endless waves crashed over me...
      God, I've never been loved by an angel
      I've never felt anything so pure...
« Stabbing Westward, "Angel" »

You can't stare at beautiful things for too long. You wind up never wanting to stop. You need to distract yourself. Or live with the disappointment and the longing.

... Oh, and snow is nice, too.

Did I mention I love Stabbing Westward?