With a hand on my cheek
I found in my fingers an answer
so long ago sought,
the truth that lived hidden in my heart
now laid palpable under my skin
I wish I knew what I had in mind. I hate my cryptic notes... >.<
On a different note, I've reached my reading goal this year, having read 60 books from January 1st till now. Next year will be one dedicated to really big books (300+ pages) and I plan on starting with "Battle Royale", because it feels like an insult to read "The hunger games" before touching Takami's novel, really... As for this year, I think I'll end it with a book by the one and only - Kurt Vonnegut.
I'm working on several poems tonight, hope to finish at least one. I'm having a terrible time trying to find titles for them. At the same time some of my characters are building their stories inside my mind, but they're not loud enough for my hand to hear. Well, damn... I guess I'm starting to get the end of the year nostalgia. Nothing that some more music can't cure. Hopefully.