^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
12:25 p.m., 2002-01-17
i want to be covered up by you and your insane and pretty words...their aim has little bearing on their impact...
they should flow over me like a big sweeping cape and hold out the emotional and literal cold, majestically dragging over my footsteps so no one sees where i have been.
steadily i am spiralling into the trap of becoming a hopeless, hapless romantic.
...is romanticism a treatable disease?
