epimelia

my words rained over you, stroking you. i will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. i will never journal here. i have more empty journals than you could count in an evening, at least three of which are photo journals. but i like shiny things, and posting something tends to make people believe i'm not a bot. which i'm not. so hello, whoever you are, wherever you're reading this. i probably left you a comment. you probably made me smile. (oh, and if you're here about the llamas, read this: http://road-safety.deviantar