to get addicted to words, string them together, form thoughts, images, sensual, sensual, create little heart wounds with nostalgic laments, then fill them up with mundane pleasures that are all what we really live for. to be addicted to words and the gut wrenches they create when put together the right way is to be addicted to love and all the things that pass for it which we always, always attempt to document, but we always fall short of it because moments are just that: moments. they are fleeting. you can't hold them for long.
but we could try.
welcome. i am as pretentious as you are.