Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.