Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Unknown.

"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me when you sleep.

& there are no words for that."
I cry to the heavens, wishing someone would make sense of my twisted mind.
--Ann Carrizo