i, vegabond
For once, I have no idea how to say what I am thinking. I can't read my own mind...
I want to fulfill you, vicariously. I want you to have all that I am and all that I can provide for you, but even more, I want you to have all that I am not able to offer.
I cannot give you anything; there is nothing of me with which to better yourself. And why waste time on something that could never be called progression? If life is about the constant evolution of your being, which I believe it is, you must carefully fill this heat with endeavors worthwhile. And I, the voyeur, will find satisfaction in your wandering; but may my presence remind you that I love through solitariness, and though I stray, I would never leave you behind..
I want to fulfill you, vicariously. I want you to have all that I am and all that I can provide for you, but even more, I want you to have all that I am not able to offer.
I cannot give you anything; there is nothing of me with which to better yourself. And why waste time on something that could never be called progression? If life is about the constant evolution of your being, which I believe it is, you must carefully fill this heat with endeavors worthwhile. And I, the voyeur, will find satisfaction in your wandering; but may my presence remind you that I love through solitariness, and though I stray, I would never leave you behind..