" I might call you,
& then I will call you again.
I might wait, hoping you will
whisper my name.
I might write you, even if you
won't never read any of my sonnets, but I will keep writing you,
cause I'm not sure how many
words I have to left to give. "
@carmetist yeah ... i understand you completely . the thoughs & fears i carry inside my own head can be equally terrifying than monsters under a kid's bed . i think at the end of the day we all have our monsters under the bed .