You are my muse;

You are to me

I've been wondering where you are, or is that too far? Fine, I won't drive your car or ask you to show your scar. Instead, I'll give you this word salad; I hope it suits your palate. The leaves tossed my thoughts, and gosh, I've lost my ballot! Now I can't cast my vote or even care to carry this large tote of all that's mine or yours, or things I never wore. Scars I never tore. What a bore! Some old tour of broken bones we might as well ignore… —The Thoughtful Fish

Most people aren't looking for love. They're looking for a drug. They call it "love." —The Thoughtful Fish

You dance with me,

I've been dying.