Originally written May 21, 2008
This lingering romance is hard to get a hold of.
From the outside it is pretty and clean. The corners are rounded and the ends polished. It’s ever changing with its honey coated, never ending words.
When I first saw this lingering romance. I noticed this black dot. It wasn’t on the outside, but hidden deep with in its ever changing walls. I thought it was a part of the changing back ground but every time I glance at this space it is still there. It seems to grow bigger every time I see it.
I’m trying not to notice you, little black dot, but something is drawing me to you. I fear that you want to be discovered.