.Thursday's aren't thirsty.

Love sometimes mocks that of a door... hinged and un-hinged...

I would gladly weather myself for you... as long as you just keep turning that knob.

Thursday....June 4, 2009 felt empty. more so than my last empty days... This one fell funny at my feet... and my awkward arms couldn't figure ut how to hold it together today.

It is a desperate feeling trying to catch what you can't feel....
but you know it's there.

I do.

I do.

I do.

...if only there was a way to remind you of why you decided to ever cross this doorstep.



Maybe then you wouldn't have to be questioning why you come back... I love you. far more than these words.