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[desandcloud]

2am ⛅️

At 2am I crave your fingertips dancing along my skin the way trees tap the windows in a thunderstorm, your lips smoothly puckering to touch mine. I crave your body molding into mine and the heat of your breath on my neck.  At 2am I'm craving the feeling of your outsides touching my insides, eyes rolling back, and my body singing low tunes. I'm craving my legs wrapped around your waists like vines on an old house and a love that had been smoldering to finally rise and release.  At 2am I'm craving the kind of passionate embrace that causes the screams of names or humbles one to a type of muteness; a still silence with sighs in the places of words. At 2am I'm craving the kind of touch that could cause one to fall in love helplessly, and wholeheartedly.  At 2am, I'm alone in my bed craving your presence, knowing it'll never come. I'm craving you as if you were the last drink of purity on earth. And I want to be clean with a quenched thirst 

[desandcloud]

Push Pull Theory ⛅️

The Push-Pull theory of migration is a neoclassical theory that emphasizes the tendencies of people to move from densely to sparsely populated areas.  So you could see why it was deemed acceptable for my wandering soul to reside in your empty heart.  Spending many months visiting and decorating it to my liking, I decided that is where I would love to to spend the rest of my life.  In this empty cavity.  Loving you from the inside out, sculpting you into something more beautiful than the famed Mona Lisa.  The push-pull theory generalizes reasons why one would chose to evacuate these highly dense areas.  Maybe the land was unfruitful, the water tainted, the soul too dry to plant crops, air too polluted to breathe. So we as humans are naturally programmed to migrate to an area that meets the basic necessities needed for life.  Even if it means gathering our battered souls and old jeans into a 1940's duffle bag and leaving a note that read  "I can live here no longer. In this empty cavity that is you. My soul needs rest and my body cries out in desperation for love."  Even if it means forever had ended. 

[desandcloud]

Being me is really hard sometimes. I wonder how I keep doing it. But it's like if I had given up all of those times I wanted to, I wouldn't be who I am today. Imagining myself being an even more amazing person 5 years from now gives me hope for another 24 hours and I think that's what's most important... Bringing yourself happiness, joy, and motivation. Because of you can't, who can?