delacroix:

We could meet in the moonlight; cast secret shadows. We could catch stars and tell stories; shape the hours with lust and hushed conversation. We could carve our own path through days of youth and freedom; write volumes on the right and wrong ways to live and love. We could be, together.

Except, I don't know if these thoughts are allowed. Should I cage this up, or is it welcomed? I'm confused by new channels and my own reckless little heart. Damnitdamnitdamnit.