When I Feel Alone
I think about your kiss,
I can taste your tongue.
I can feel your arms around me.
My chest gets tight,
Because I smell your cologne.
Even as I take a deep breath.
I close my eyes,
And I can see you.
Your soft eyes are staring at me.
I sigh softly,
And can feel the slightest touch.
Of your skin against mine.
That’s what happens,
When I think about you.
When I feel alone.
Soo, I got a blog. You’re readin’ it right now, incase you couldn’t tell. 
I’ve had blogs before. They’ve become unused or deleted. But whatever. I’m thinkin’ this will last a little while, just like my Livejournal. Haha. That’s still there, just not accessed.
I created this though because I’ve been thinking lately, I should keep a journal. I probably should keep a real one, though. You know, one that you like…touch? We’ll see how this goes, though. Maybe this is just as good. 
But yeah. I thought I’d share all that up there. I’m in a pretty good mood, for being sick. =-O Oh man, right?
So yeah, that’s me. I’m kinda at a loss for words. I just wanted to post so my page didn’t look so…empty. Considering it’s so pretty and inviting-looking. 
Alright, later.
