Joie d'aimer

2-27

scottiehughes:

some of us are
made to soil a
page with the
coils and flips
of curt whining
emotion; some
of us are made
to make sweet

minstrels of the
slowest driest of
readers; some
of us are made
to give reality in
fiction; some of
us are made just
to fill empty spaces.