You took the silver, you took the gold
You left me standing out in the cold
People asked about you, I didn't tell them everything I knew
Well I try to get closer but I'm still a million miles from you
- Million Miles, Bob Dylan

For those who are wondering about the identity of the female above. Well she is dearie, I know her for over 6 years now and over that period have consistently grown to like and get used to her.  Often people end up confusing like/love and other sweet (bitter) emotions. I am asked do I love her, at least 1000 times. I have just one answer. I don't think I know what that means. All I can say is, she is a dearie, and shall continue to be forever, and I do care for her as much as me can. Her name is Kashmira and she lives somewhere near me. Does that mean we shall spend our lives together. Well, that is another question altogether....and the answer right now is a probable No!!!!


 "You make me want to take up smoking/ to take long slow drags,/ watching you with half-closed eyes/ but I'll leave the cigarettes in 7-11s where they belong.../ I wouldn't want to taint your beautiful hair/ with my tobacco stained fingers/ I feel like i need a shot of tequila/ that warmth in my belly/ to boil away all of my inhibitions/ but I'm keeping myself away from the hard stuff/ not wanting your beautiful visage to be smudged/ by any alcohol-induced blurriness/ you inspire me to write a thousand poems/ that fill my brain with intoxicating visions/ and sweetly soften my heart/ but I stop myself from signing them/ not wanting to pollute your beautiful brain/ with my lack of rhyme, meter, talent/ you reawaken my heart to hope/ the most potentially dangerous emotion of all/ that allows me to believe you could be on the brink as well/ and i can't stop myself from sharing this/ can't protect your beautiful soul/ from my hungry ramblings/ if I pollute you/ will you still be beautiful?"
-Jennifer Dawn Crispin, "indulgences"