i'm good at wanting things.

i like to flatter myself and believe that i'm too interesting to only have one fatal flaw. however, if, at the moment, i must limit myself to only one, i would say that it might be my penchant for longing. i like desiring so much, i think, that i'm occasionally bored with having, or with attempting to have. in a matter of moments i will have pined for girls, boys, sunsets, songs, faiths, cities, adventures, words, worlds, space, knowledge, foolishness, wisdom, seriousness, and anything else that happens to cross my fickle mind. honestly. i spend so much time wishing and wanting and waiting that you'd think i were locked in a bower. how dull.

also, i've just noticed that it is wednesday the ninth, and i'm rather pleased with the combination. third or forth day, sixth month, ninth day, forth year. lovely. did you feel venus yesterday? i did.