Ive been pondering thoughts in my head for a while now. Trying to make sense of it all. A beautiful, youthful girl that I like, and I cant even talk to her. Just me and my thoughts alone inside me.

     Ive come to the conclusion that, maybe love is like a barren desert, with two people standing in it. Its like their home, they relax and have fun together there. Theres always room for improvement. The more steps they take in their relationship, the more and more foliage that starts to surface. Eventually, it'll grow into a bustling jungle, full of panthers and insect, crawling around them as they lay in silence together.

     Or maybe, the lovers mind is the barren desert. Void of memories of you. So much room for additions to the memory photo album. Eventually, her mind is full of palm trees with coconuts, filled with your passion. Insects just at lightning speed towards them, but they are too high off the ground. Eventually, the foliage just becomes you. You, and you only.

I guess then, I could call her my Area 51