conditional.
theres something about sitting on the floor of my living room that makes me want to write.
its august....that means fall is right around the corner...this summer is sticky and hot. im looking forward to tiny knit sweaters and drinking hot cider and taking drives in the rain.
like last year. all over again with you i hope.
i am inevitable
unyielding, lost or stolen it makes no difference as long as in the end it belongs to you, because no one ever asks by what means it was acquired.
can you believe it, in me
you stare but no longer ask simple questions and the complex ones get lost in some dreaded haze that only makes you wish your thoughts were that transparent,
this is impenetrable.
what is easily gotten becomes difficult to maintain, and just like that you wander, or wonder which one.
walk away and discover once again sort through your infinite pile and pull one more out, seduce and embrace....start all over.
or only wonder, imagine yourself wrapped in linens, fresh ones, clean ones, cleaner than mine. imagine yourself lying next to someone anyone.
your thoughts strewn thick with love,
a sea of knowledge that can be parted.
it fills your soul, but not your heart, where do the halves go?
theres this wind that blows through here, it makes us restless, it make us sane and keeps us cool when youd rather stay hot.
but i was neither lost.....
and by no means did i belong to anyone so that at any point i would be considered stolen.
i come willingly, of my own accord.
simple thoughts with no convoluted mess attached.
simple words for simple emotions.
pure at heart, no, but by no means tarnished.
so again i ask. can you believe in something that wholly belongs to you.
or will your search continue.
i am relentless.
if given the opportunity.
its august....that means fall is right around the corner...this summer is sticky and hot. im looking forward to tiny knit sweaters and drinking hot cider and taking drives in the rain.
like last year. all over again with you i hope.
i am inevitable
unyielding, lost or stolen it makes no difference as long as in the end it belongs to you, because no one ever asks by what means it was acquired.
can you believe it, in me
you stare but no longer ask simple questions and the complex ones get lost in some dreaded haze that only makes you wish your thoughts were that transparent,
this is impenetrable.
what is easily gotten becomes difficult to maintain, and just like that you wander, or wonder which one.
walk away and discover once again sort through your infinite pile and pull one more out, seduce and embrace....start all over.
or only wonder, imagine yourself wrapped in linens, fresh ones, clean ones, cleaner than mine. imagine yourself lying next to someone anyone.
your thoughts strewn thick with love,
a sea of knowledge that can be parted.
it fills your soul, but not your heart, where do the halves go?
theres this wind that blows through here, it makes us restless, it make us sane and keeps us cool when youd rather stay hot.
but i was neither lost.....
and by no means did i belong to anyone so that at any point i would be considered stolen.
i come willingly, of my own accord.
simple thoughts with no convoluted mess attached.
simple words for simple emotions.
pure at heart, no, but by no means tarnished.
so again i ask. can you believe in something that wholly belongs to you.
or will your search continue.
i am relentless.
if given the opportunity.