one from the archive..

Let me count the whys I love thy . . ........................................................................ unpretentious, no hidden agenda, right smack in yer' face! 100% satisfaction, every time, at the simplest (yet) of craving. you never play hard to get, you smother at the very touch of my light.. and when the air is still enough, i see you dance in the night. yes, it's ironic that at most of these times, you are as if a company to my solitary moments.. and never a dull moment too, with you around that is. you just know how to blend so effortlessly well into congregations. into blissful sea-watching afternoons, into drink-or-die nights, into hair-pulling overtimes, wrinkles-inducing trying times, and of course, into near-clocking-out catchin' up hours. the day is still young, for now that is. you are still, unpretentious. take it or leave it. take it, then, live with it.