I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!!! THERE IS NO DECLINE!
"...i think this is my new favorite song... i mean, i still like the other one, of course, but, i think its time for a change.."
i feel like a thousand sparkly raindrops of rainbows and heaven and popsicles made of jello are raining down from me from the skies.
for a while i thought it would be impossible to have what i once did, to feel how i once felt. feeling so well that im actually...yes..going to blog, it hurts a bit, its sort of like 'blog redux' if you will, but i cant help it. i am beaming from the inside at the things i am feeling. i would stand on my head if i could without breaking my neck. i feel like my insides are bouncing off the walls of my body, threatening to break me at any moment and that ill burst into a million pieces of the sun. knowing me well enough implies that you know what it takes to make me spout like an idiot this way, and even if you dont know me that well i hope reading this gives you that feeling that you do. every word that spills from my fingers is full of new hope. the colorless gray drawings are done, and the insecurity of something i couldnt never have again with it. after all the hope was lost and all the faith relinquished i find that its myself who was after all played for the fool, for thinking that something that felt so good and so right could never be had again. although you would think that i suppose if you had, had something like this, and afterwards you of course feel like you will never live again, never laugh , truly laugh, again. never feel enamored, speechless, butterflies, 'poof', flutters... after losing what meant the most, you feel as if your heart is breaking every time you see the person who brings that feeling of happiness back. the inability, i think, to believe that its possible, is leading to the premeditated conclusion that is isnt meant to last and then to that feeling in your chest like you cant breathe when you think about not being near them, touching them, tasting their skin. It seems scary for a moment, and i have to catch my breath, thinking about what im getting myself back into, but i want it, and i have to have it. It makes my blood pump, it makes my heart race, it makes me smile , it makes me close my eyes and recall every second of his lips on my body. A kiss could never be so sweet, so giving , but so demanding, taunting , teasing, destroying, all at once! Perhaps it is the perfect kiss, only rivaled by the one that is slow, teasing, biting, yet never leaving my lips. But i digress.
i feel like a thousand sparkly raindrops of rainbows and heaven and popsicles made of jello are raining down from me from the skies.
for a while i thought it would be impossible to have what i once did, to feel how i once felt. feeling so well that im actually...yes..going to blog, it hurts a bit, its sort of like 'blog redux' if you will, but i cant help it. i am beaming from the inside at the things i am feeling. i would stand on my head if i could without breaking my neck. i feel like my insides are bouncing off the walls of my body, threatening to break me at any moment and that ill burst into a million pieces of the sun. knowing me well enough implies that you know what it takes to make me spout like an idiot this way, and even if you dont know me that well i hope reading this gives you that feeling that you do. every word that spills from my fingers is full of new hope. the colorless gray drawings are done, and the insecurity of something i couldnt never have again with it. after all the hope was lost and all the faith relinquished i find that its myself who was after all played for the fool, for thinking that something that felt so good and so right could never be had again. although you would think that i suppose if you had, had something like this, and afterwards you of course feel like you will never live again, never laugh , truly laugh, again. never feel enamored, speechless, butterflies, 'poof', flutters... after losing what meant the most, you feel as if your heart is breaking every time you see the person who brings that feeling of happiness back. the inability, i think, to believe that its possible, is leading to the premeditated conclusion that is isnt meant to last and then to that feeling in your chest like you cant breathe when you think about not being near them, touching them, tasting their skin. It seems scary for a moment, and i have to catch my breath, thinking about what im getting myself back into, but i want it, and i have to have it. It makes my blood pump, it makes my heart race, it makes me smile , it makes me close my eyes and recall every second of his lips on my body. A kiss could never be so sweet, so giving , but so demanding, taunting , teasing, destroying, all at once! Perhaps it is the perfect kiss, only rivaled by the one that is slow, teasing, biting, yet never leaving my lips. But i digress.