Oct. 19, 2003 @ 12:57 a.m.

Tonight our hearts were put together, touching and they danced together like sugar plum fairies in the wake of other not-so-sugar plum fairies on a cold, temporary dance floor in a wedding tent set ontop of a grassless football field. The whole night, all that I remember, all that I saw, was her in front me, eyes glossed over with a certain look that I’m pretty sure my set was shining back. It may have only been a few seconds but as I go to bed tonight, I will still be able to see her staring up at me, eyes screaming words only the audio was muted. I have reached the point where it’s no longer good to speak in straight words, for fear of being discovered. I will have to put on expensive fake wings, flap my arms as if I always knew how to fly and speak only in deep rooted metaphors so encrypted that my mind is the only software to reveal the true revelation behind them. Watch your step! I’ve taken hold of the guardrail and I don’t plan on letting go anytime soon.