babybeezer

Winter is my favorite time of year. I love California coast winters--crisp and sunny. Something about the angle of the sunlight and the smell of the cold air makes me feel so alive. I want to do everything, to love everyone, I am bursting from within, I am aflame with pleausure.

I was reading through an old journal of mine and I came across a poem I wrote about an ex boyfriend of mine while I was on a plane to Sydney, Australia. I don't remember writing it (blame it on the Barcardi 151) but I thought it was cool

"I'm drunk as a looon
and thinking of you
soul-wrenching sex
lingers in my marrow
you still course through my viens"

and here's a huge *HUG* for anyone who's reading this. thank you, I love you all. hehe