I realized last night that this space IS my Venus in 12th expression. My hidden romantic expression, my secret depths. Like night and day, what I show in the real world is surface, but when the night falls, I get to be whole.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.