Floating across the floor like the cool mist she goes. Catching my eye. Stealing my heart. That quick fox, when I get my hands on her.....
If I was to hold her would she let me? I mean hold her. Tight within my arms safe from wind and storm. Safe from the nothingness.
In dreams i could only imagine her. Warm as the breezes that remind me of the fields of my home. Touches that grace my body with barely a
touch. Kisses that last for an eternity. Can it really be true, or perhaps my dream life has erased my reality and left me to live this torment.
Always thinking, always thinking of you and your beautiful spirit that when i am lost comforts me and alows me to rest at ease. When I am troubled
you are there, to hold my face and kiss my worries. My gift from Heaven has come to me in the form of a life dream,
flash-forward
That one was for me. Maybe some day.

where have you been all this time... but since your here, gotta love me!!!

I don't make excuses for the way I feel because there need not be any.

I feel the way I do because I simply do, not because I want to feel a certain way.

I am soft and hard at the same time; I hold up an exoskeleton and underneath I'm all water. I flow with the slanting of the floor, moving with the nature of things. I don't try to fight my heart and tell it to be quiet but rather, I listen to it.

In equilibriums there are no choices. We are the people we are and as chemical reactions act a certain way. We attribute such things to fate and God's will, that this solution turns green and colorless then green the other and we twist and pull our minds to move a certain way and we can't, because that's the way we are made - chains of adenine, cytosine, guanine, and thymine in an intricate dance of life that alone being meaningless, gives meaning to what we are.

I can't control what I feel and how I feel and I'm not about to explain myself. I have never been one to do so and I'd rather be silent than questioned. We make decisions based on the heart, and that is living. To reason out everything is my ideal but that is merely existing. If I follow my reason I would pull myself out from any sort of love whatsoever and be alone because I know what is best for myself and I have always been alone in the end. Someone told me once to stop following my heart and use my brain to make emotional decisions for once, and I did, for a while, and realized that there was no reasoning behind it. What we do naturally is most often what we do best, and in this case, solving the problems of the heart with the heart and not reasoning out what could go wrong in my brain. Because that gets me as far as the man in Notes from Underground. If I cross this street I will be ran over by a truck and never heard from again so I never leave this door. If I become happy and find love I might lose it again and realize what true unhappiness is and what it is like to have a broken heart.