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You know what?
My favorite outfit consists of a pair of jeans, a white tank top under a black shirt and my sneakers. You know what? I love the library. You know what? I haven't felt this way while listening to music in a long time. You know what? I don't love love, but more miss it's presence.
I was walking home from the mall and the most amazing thing happened. All of a sudden in the sky appeared birds... just birds... 30 birds, 40 birds. All flying around. It was like something out of a movie. The sillouettes of birds against the pink violet violent sky. I wanted to stand there and watch them forever. And I did until the weight of my library books started making my shoulder burn.
I want to have sex to the fractal pattern playing. On a record player in a dusty room with half covered windows so only a little sun peers through. The dust would make the light look angelic and it would be mysterious and beautiful, because mystery is beautiful. Like ice cubes melting on a countertop.
I want to lie naked with someone and feel their skin on mine and have the world be them in one body. I can look into their eyes and see the sunset. There would be no need to ever see anything else again. Skin to skin, taste of their body, their sweat. Feelings I have never been allowed to feel before, never given the chance to explore before. It was taken from me at the wrong time, it was stolen before I had a chance to love it.
Take me away from here, there is no more love here. Not love like I imagine, that is all dead and the carcasses of fantasys crowd the floors I walk on. Don't make me step over, I want to run. The world will never be beautiful like it is in my dreams or in my mind and every time I realize that, my heart breaks a little more inside.
I hate this place, yet I can't afford to leave. Maybe one day I can chase my ideas of romanticism to tropic isles or foreign lands.
My favorite outfit consists of a pair of jeans, a white tank top under a black shirt and my sneakers. You know what? I love the library. You know what? I haven't felt this way while listening to music in a long time. You know what? I don't love love, but more miss it's presence.
I was walking home from the mall and the most amazing thing happened. All of a sudden in the sky appeared birds... just birds... 30 birds, 40 birds. All flying around. It was like something out of a movie. The sillouettes of birds against the pink violet violent sky. I wanted to stand there and watch them forever. And I did until the weight of my library books started making my shoulder burn.
I want to have sex to the fractal pattern playing. On a record player in a dusty room with half covered windows so only a little sun peers through. The dust would make the light look angelic and it would be mysterious and beautiful, because mystery is beautiful. Like ice cubes melting on a countertop.
I want to lie naked with someone and feel their skin on mine and have the world be them in one body. I can look into their eyes and see the sunset. There would be no need to ever see anything else again. Skin to skin, taste of their body, their sweat. Feelings I have never been allowed to feel before, never given the chance to explore before. It was taken from me at the wrong time, it was stolen before I had a chance to love it.
Take me away from here, there is no more love here. Not love like I imagine, that is all dead and the carcasses of fantasys crowd the floors I walk on. Don't make me step over, I want to run. The world will never be beautiful like it is in my dreams or in my mind and every time I realize that, my heart breaks a little more inside.
I hate this place, yet I can't afford to leave. Maybe one day I can chase my ideas of romanticism to tropic isles or foreign lands.