erosennin

There's something I wanted to say, but between the thoughts in my head (more like abstract emotions, really) and my fingers on the keyboard, words evaporate like noble gasses at room temperature.

Just read your journal - you have a thing with words - putting them into sentences, transmitting thoughts and feelings, creating pictures and settings. In a world, where so many people write, it is a surprisingly rare talent.

Lost. For. Words.

Wow, a girl who likes Heat, Murakami and Faulkner. That's definately very cool.