each minute passing is a season unto itself. how time passes slowly through these seasons of love when we're apart. the bond between my pencil and i has been shattered in light of these beautiful dreams my imagination created. for once again what i feel inside has no chance of survival living in these limited symbols. i fear i'll fall short to what you deserve because with every part of my being i want to give you the world and know i don't have it to give. but love, i can't wait to give my all. but here is such joy in these hours... building anticipation until we meet again.