[Jan. 11, 2011] "a line if you will." through the looking glass she still misses the fine lines of the I will's that float and evaporate into air too thick to reveal the thoughts behind tender eyes repeating the embraces upon each temporary termination of words made with sand castles a shield over the truths latent on the left side he will continue conversations as they were left leaving no hint of promises rendered void producing a patient smile and offering the only limb of contact halfheartedly clouds heavy with lukewarm droplets longing to land on the silent tiles above soft grounds the sweetest melody yet to be made .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. [Jan. 13, 2011] "par avion." offer thoughts dangling in the air of rootless minds envelope bitter-sweet moments in time before escaping ever so reluctantly cradling the words left unsaid .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. [Jan. 16, 2011] "the things left unsaid." the letter arrived two days late airs itself on the arid suitcase the magic sealed from the other side scribbling the dizziness of train rides of sleepless nights where were you what moved you contemplate only I can clarity before the rain the sun shines still in that still moment I still haven't asked you about the steel shimmering on the rooftop reflecting the laments of early skies of directionless kites .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. . . . .:. . . . .:.