I still love him... The flame has died down but it continues to burn... And I have a feeling it will never go out.
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I still love him... The flame has died down but it continues to burn... And I have a feeling it will never go out.
sexy | via Tumblr en We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/79132581/via/Katherine_Lacroix
Infinite Mind
We walk around with our heads down
Trying to find meaning in the mind of the world that rests in our hands.
Eternally connected to the infinite through a portal less than
10 milometres flat.
Continuing on only to break for food and sleep,
Ever connected, the portal in our pockets and hearts,
Until... One day it's forgotten
For in the eyes before you
You see the mind of the world more clearly than ever.
And you start to weep because you realize that
You've been searching for this.
Searching for someone to bring you home.
Comfortable Uncomfortableness
I was wondering when it would happen
That comfortable uncomfortableness
The awkward but lovable silence when you realize that you CARE
You actually care what the person next to you is thinking about
And you wonder if they’re thinking about you
Because you’re thinking about them, and how their eyes seem to dig into you
But you don’t mind because those eyes seem to like what they see, to see clearly
And pull up everything pure, golden and light
And you want to keep staring and
Swimming in those beautiful bright eyes and everything else fades away and you know he feels it too and even
If you’re just getting carried away with your storytelling-author-dreamer brain, you can feel
SOMETHING…
God, you can feel some sort of truth
But you’ve felt this way before, been swept up in a car, music swimming so easily, protecting you, locking you in
But in those bright eyes you see yourself
Radiant, resplendent and real
And it’s effortless this time and unexplainable and strange
Why him?
Why now?
But you don’t question any further because it feels too good
This feeling, you remember it, it makes you feel human
Something you haven’t felt in a long time
And suddenly life isn’t just checking off lists and going through motions
Striving toward goals, a robot routine
It’s… real and meaningful and the moment
It’s… powerful and important and you remember
Everything you’ve learned so far but have just forgotten to remember
And you realize why you’re alive
And you remember why you came here in the first place
To have moments like these
And you remember that life isn’t so serious
And you feel like a child again
And suddenly the world is a playground
Your playground
Every worry fades away and you remember that everything is temporary and that there is only
This moment
You two together
And when you look into his eyes again
Your eyes miss and fall on his lips
He notices and realizes that his feelings are mutual
You both sit there squirming with anticipation
With the knowledge that you both are able to FEEL
And are thankful for that love
Are thankful for each other, for the reminder of how beautiful you both are
Each a reflection of something already whole, perfect, complete
And you long to stare into those beautiful bright eyes again
Because when you look into those eyes
You see truth
You see purity
And nothing else matters
But the fact that love is real
And though life is comedic screenplay
You’re happy to have been born a comedian
I don't just want to see you and smell you. I want to taste you.
I want to consume you and keep you forever inside myself.
Art by “Milk” (Chiara ?)
http://www.myspace.com/logyu
Pernicious
I called Mom today and told her to reconsider
But she said it had already been done
The needle popping flesh, administering the poison.
The chemicals that will make everything okay now.
And I wanted to weep,
But there's nothing left now
In my chest but a gaping hole
Ebullient with sickness, pernicious disease and despair
An emptiness that thinks it's real
That tries to keep beating at a
Normal pace
Instead of thumping so godamn loud,
Threatening to burst through my ribcage to be let free,
To pop the wan, bloodless layer of flesh covering this fucking mess,
To never again have to feel
Her pain
And forever
Be free