What's a fairytale?

Oh, Hello. I'ts me again. Just wondering how your day was.

I thought about you today, and then I didn't and I had a great time but most of all I could let you go for a moment there. It was almost as if I had never met you, but then again I've known you all along. We just haven't yet been introduced.

It will be that occasion that I will never forget. The event I never planned. The day I never sought to meet the other half of me.

It will be the night I will most un-expectantly get a glimpse of the future for the first time and not be afraid.

How I dream of the very song that will play when I will accidentally dance across your toes.

I'll look up into your dreamy brown eyes to find a glittery sparkle reflecting the night sky shining above us in the form of paper lanterns.

For now I find a fairytale, locked up in a treasury, bound by infinite royalty.

Oh It's been a while.

Since I've blogged my last bloggy blog about a glob of life.... let me begin by saying how incredibly rash a crush can make you. Not love, a crush.

Oooh the irony of a really great feeling with such a name as a crush...

'I have a crush on you.' But only a crush because I am going to CRUSH YOU... is basically what it means.

Oh yes I'm going at it with both horns strapped to my head like a lame excuse for a costume. Happy Halloween everyone...

Halloween is for a bunch of spooky holloweenies who can't arms against the monsters within themselves, you know!?!? 'I have to wear this costume to scare away the goblins of my inmost fears.' What a fantastic fabrication for a lie to be tossed on the floor and trampled on my the most esteemed heirs to a higher purpose.

Gosh darn... It's so stupid. It's so stupid and absolutely terrifying to my naive soul that someone would actually straight laced poker faced lie to me!!!! But not without a trace of course.

You wouldn't happen to know how vibrant my memory is, would you? i remember almost every conversation we had, every word you let escape from your heart... So what remains in the pit of yours is but a line and a verb of non transparent foolishness.

Everyone ought to have a billboard for themselves across the forehead.

Yours? Foolish. Mine? Awake.

I'm definitely not asleep to the fact that your bold faced lies are perhaps the epitome of your 'fearless' cranium crush.