I Heart Scars... She Scars Hearts.... I Guess We're Soulmates

Sometimes I swear that I have ink running through my veins. This constant need to create has left my fingertips in constant motion, typing, painting, strumming.. posting. The inside of my head is just words bouncing back and forth.

Her presence sharpens my flaws... or at least my awareness of them. Six digits and hang up the line. Who knew a dial tone could rattle this cage with such havoc? I want to live under a softer light as I continue to wait on the one word that will spark comfort.

There is such a thing as knowingly unmaking yourself. Seasons change, people don't. You will see less of what you expect. And I'm not sure you will realize that its on purpose. I just want the smile to be real again.

Recommend me a book to read.