i love a lot.
pretty things,
pretty people,
and pretty on the inside.
I wonder if it's not enough,
what they love about me
sometimes,
i feel devoid of personality,
quiet and unsure...
but with those people i am devoted to
the words fall like raindrops
sometimes too many.

I noticed recently there have been stale silences
in conversation with my angel.
i think it's time i'm letting go
i think i've found some other wonderful ones.
i've surrounded myself with surrogates
that shall become my full time wonderfuls.