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Serene Inhalation:
Speaking With The Mind
Oh, why hello there. I see you've stopped to view this pretty little paper, with your pretty little eyes ? Well, thank you in advance. This is just a paper on the affiliations of my past and present. Woot for big words ! Enough of that, back on track we are going now. Where was I ? Oh yes, affiliations. I feel as if this is for a general audience, when in all actuality it is most likely directed to one person, in particular. Despite that this entire speech is not about them. Should I apologize ? Too over used ? I think so too, moving on we are.
I will not deny the subtle connections I feel. I cannot deny the past either but is that where my mistakes lie ? If so, why must it be mistakes if learning can always be an option ? I could always just go with that, much simpler. If simpler it was meant to be.
There was a time I was doubtful with all my living being. Doubtful that I'd be sitting there with him--embracing-- and still be able to call it real. Such things like that didn't exist to me. But at the time in my life when I thought it so, was when I really didn't need such distractions as love. Does anyone even know what that is anymore ?
Now, here comes the entire point of this nonsense. Are you ready ? I didn't think so.
Alas, here it is ! The point to prove me wrong once more ! It didn't go so well the first time, why should success pull through ? But as Gene Wielder once put in 'Young Frankenstein', "You must accept your failures as much as your successes. . .YOU SON OF A BI--!" (something along those lines) and I am more than willing. I've always felt unnecessarily ready for such an occasion (such as accepting love from another) and found out how unready I really was. I am so young after all.
I'm here to admit that one young lad proved me wrong. The young lad who didn't run with my heart, but gave it just enough of a scare to make me realize. The young lad whom was my most un admitted failure of attempt. Then, out of the ashes, comes another lad with just as much as potential but with a much brighter soul. Not to say the other one's wasn't as spontaneous. Oh, insertnamehere, why can't I just show you the way I fluttered my eyelashes when I inhaled you ?
I can still smell it, so ripe I could taste it. Even then what would it taste of ? Maybe of honesty and a dash of comprehension. Above all maybe it could make me funny -- so I could see you laugh, and be proud it was I who made it so. I've never been so infatuated with the way in how my senses flared. No matter how many embraces I've had with the other one, they couldn't top what was happening right before us. You and I, of course.
I wish I could just scream so silently to you, that I could spend eternity with your head buried in my neck. Or your breath on my lips, but it would never suffice enough. Suffice in the way that would make you understand, just how intense I crave for you to know. You probably do know ? Don't you ? Then when the time comes to finally bury myself in your skin, I'd hope to live with you forever. I don't need fangs to be immortal. Just a bit of all of you, and everything in between.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sat Oct 31, 2009 @ 07:39am · 0 Comments |
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