"Tell me what you love most and then what you hate most!" he exclaimed 

as he continued to pursue a role he had been offered too many times previously 

to play

I told him there was no difference in what I love and I hate. Too often the things that don't let me sleep seem also to pleasure my plate. 

I whispered to Clara under the bubbly Brut 

For she knew our most fluent exchanges always took place on mute 

The shake of her hand beating with the tick of her toe

Now she's the only apparent fool for letting it go.

;)

-C.C. 

And he was the type of person that when the show went quiet, so did his heart. It's sad, depending on something else so highly that your body cannot function properly otherwise, I guess that's life, finding out what addiction suits you best. And man I should have never made him mine. 

~diaries of the misunderstood

C.C. 

A

so oblivious as he giggles and pours our second glass

I can see his chest pounding as my fingers stoop towards the tray of ash 

   his smile let's go and concludes to my innocent life

Not a clue does he have of the thoughts and puzzles behind my eyes

"Yeah, the wine is great."