its funny how you can sum somebody's life in clips and phrases. flit your eyes across a page and decide glimpses you get aren't meant for you. you feel sorry, fleeting, for the intrusion of privacy but go on reading anyway.
i think they're the perfect match. words words words, just words - signifying nothing and everything and you entertain thoughts that, perhaps are just bad for you. foolhardy, you're just waiting to get your fingers burnt.
