+divine decadence+

Jul 20, 2007 23:49

My world slightly tilts in your presence, but it doesn’t mean that I’ll ever be able to really get inside of you.

There’s nothing worse than a vagabond heart that tries to capture a confused soul.

The stars seem farther away every time I look up at the sky. They’re like miniature explosions in the onyx sea. I want to grab them in my hands and squeeze unspoken dreams out of them.

I crave for the impossible.

“Nothing’s impossible,” a mate of mine said to me recently in the midst of cigar smoke and run.

I used to wish to never be forgotten, discarded amongst all the others. Now, I only yearn to be rediscovered. Sometimes, I find my lips press against the hand that your own lips graced its surface for a precious moment. It felt time had stretched for ions when it occurred. And I sigh because there’s nothing that can save me from this delirious malady.

Get me out of this place, before I drown in your intoxicated waters.
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