

Boundaries of Existence I love him.Boundaries of Existence by ~monkeywithscissors
As I speak these words to myself, sitting cross-legged in front of a mirror, I realize that the person saying them is not the same as the person reading them. I am two different people, separated by this dimension of glass. One concerned and preoccupied, the other knowing, watching, but refusing to intervene to the blind one and tell her the things she needs to know. Yet still, both are present.
Both are in need.
The air sitting between my fingers serves as a reminder that there is still a world around me, one that functions and revolves and exists not on love, but on duty. I had almost forgotten.
The mirror serves onl
*liggle*
I've decided liggle is a love giggle.
Ooooooh.....I thought you said bed of restin' tea. Shite.
Oh mai goody bumpkins, I'm so random
*BlAmBaNgBoOmCrAsH* I love you honey! :3 EEEEE
*nettles is mauled with kissies*