We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.

Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.

And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get nice house.

Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.

School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.

Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all.