Monday, May 05, 2008

It leaves my hands clammy, my bones reduced to sponge. It pains me with a terribly beautiful anguish that I long for. No dream, no song, no book, not even from a distance, except my own, would do it justice. It doesn't impact me much how close he gets, and what he decides to do for and with me; what I'd take note of is how he tells me he does. When it's not there, I can't even understand it, when it's there I fail to grasp it's meaning and weight altogether. I was talking about love there, dear. A random thought, a passing pondered.


My dad is furious at me, trying to get me off the computer. He wouldn't be so bothered if I stayed up all night and day reading from a book. But from a computer? Even my computer-holic brother has the nerve to scold me. :p

Kheeit.
Hiii. Thanks for coming.
I'm Kit. I'm the girl kind of Kit.
I love blue and noodles and stars and barefootedness.
I'm a Bible Baptist. I wear skirts ALL the time and have lots of heels and love J-e-s-u-s.
I'm SEVENTEEN. I can't believe I'm so old.
I'm a Biology major and it is ridiculously awesome.

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