funkabella

i love to read your words because they touch me, they remind me of places i have that are frozen to feelings. people are honest at random points in time-in random places. but your a walking breathing living painful picture of honesty and all the other adjectives it brings along for the ride. i'm completely bamboozled with your extraction of things from a shit filled city, that to me are totally beautiful. you can say no wrong and i'll never judge. i wait for your little words and tread lightly at first, but cant help to jump in with disreguard for where it might take my thought process. i hope you know that you alter things. it really takes alot to do that. keep writing so i can set my bullshit free.


somewhere late at nite
someone called the priest
down and out of sight
simply watched release