109.

Today, nothing stands
between the horizon and
me, but sheer brilliance.

108.

Her voice breaks a heart
through token protestations
of what love won't be.

107.

The agony that
waits behind each desperate
joy, enveloping.

106.

Her history an
inexorable onslaught
of a life's mistakes.

105.

A tragedy in
manifest, as smiles mask
the world's vicious sneer.

104.

The joy encroaching
with each new avowal of
his emotions, held

like magic out to
her, blinded every bit of
reason. Shattering.

103.

The vague haze of light
drifting through the sheer curtains
hypnotizes the

imagination,
caught in the folds of its soft,
but cloying, embrace.

102.

Laughter fills up the
heart, exploding out from eyes
in shining glory.

101.

The dark sings gentle
lullabies into the light
glow, down from the moon.

100.

My heart is littered
with all the ongoing works
of hope's small trials.

99.

Today is my day.
My day, my day. Today is
my day. And not yours!

98.

It almost hurts, how
very careful they are, from
learned memory.

97.

The beating of this
heart is resounding in the
dull aches of my head.

96.

I am forever
embraced amid the riot
of feelings held like

inexhaustible
threads, linking me to you,
through our history.