"Now out on the street tonight the lights are growing dim,
the walls of my room are closing in.
But it's good to see your smiling face,
and to hear your voice again.
Now we could sleep in the twilight, by the riverbed,
with the wide open country in our hearts
and these romantic dreams in our heads."

-Bruce Springsteen

I miss the texture of her.

Signs that Barcelona are desperate:

1. Alves takes a shot.
2. Iniesta shoots from distance.
3. Sanchez is playing.

I watch her grow
through photographs.

My love encased
in cooling wax.

Great Moments In 19th Century Literature

"When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near each other to create, it is impossible that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars... Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps."

-Victor Hugo

J.J. Cale's song "Magnolia" is really getting to me.

Sigh.