but I'm restless.... I'm tired now.... but I wish I where with him instead.... I'd be asleep already if I where with him.... A haunting feeling that came with this morning's dream....
"She watched the way he savored her touch as he rubbed his bristled chin against her palm. The tickle made her instantly hot and aching. Until today, she'd never realized just how lonely she'd been. How much she wanted to be held by someone. No, not someone. Him."
(quoted from a favored book)
Being held in my dreams, and haunted by the feeling when awake.... I need more paints... More things to paint out... More outlet for this feeling... Or I'm going to start screaming eventually
I can't have what I want at the moment, though I don't know why.... What keeps away???
But I don't understand why there isn't anyone suitable to at least pass the time with....
Something displeasing about almost all lately... Or all I've personally encountered......... What fate directs these fools to me?
"For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow."
sometimes...........
I just want.......
what I want.......
and I wish......
you'd come over already...........
so I know... so you know...
so we know....
I'd even do the Island thing with you
You'd have to protect me and all though... Island fear-ness and whatnot
or Here
as long as you keep me warm
either way I have this thing where
&
with you
To the rest of the world.... I'm Jaded.... It's true......
but my Fav....
makes me feel like it's the first time my soul's been born
and somethings I can only imagine for now.............
STOP BEING SO FAR AWAY....
the world is in slow moving slivers
there is a man with blue eyes
who wants my heart
and my heart
is determined to go
for my eyes could be blind
but in this not my soul
the man with blue eyes
must open his heart
open his eyes
open his soul
for mine has abandoned me
and seeks him instead
mine calls his mind home
I'm lost, I'm lost
but you keep calling me home
I'm cold
It is Dark
I'm so often alone
but neither of us can rest
when you whisper
it is not my ears that hear you
but my heart
when your lips touch mine
your breath steals my soul
and when your fingers touch my skin
it's like being possessed
or owned
in the sweetest way ever known
"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain."
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