dear Alice,

Is there really anything more I have to say to you? I think I have a brain full of ideas and questions that I'm willing to talk about. I want to share them with you. But are you willing to listen and really take them in so they do not just lay above the surface and never reach the deapths of what lies with in you. I think maybe I can trust you. I want to hope beyond hope that I can trust you. Are you willing to be trusted. I ponder my thoughts away like a gambler who plays a slot machine and never seems to win. Why is it that I seem to be a time waister. I can never fully grasp time in my hands and make it stop so that I have all the time in the world to tell you what I need to tell you. I feel as if time slips through my fingertips like sand all the particles slipping away is time that I will never get back. So why should I waist your time. I am sorry for that. Really. Maybe one day we can both come to understand my insecurities, but for now they lie a mystery. They lay locked away in the deepest part of my mind under a golden sea.

Writer Of The Night