Wandering Thoughts
Title: Wandering Thoughts
Author: gee_tarded
Pairing: None
Rating: R
Summary: Dom writes his thoughts on a journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dominic Howard. And this never happened.
Author's Note: This is un-beta, if you see grammar mistakes I do apologize for it immensely or if this doesn't make sense at all. This is unplanned, just listening to PromoCD interview by the boys while fiddling with my palm top. At first I am just writing my own thoughts until subconsciously I am writing Dom's. Feedback will be very much appreciated.
He is there, always present. Anywhere I lay my eyes, I see him. Even when my eyes are close, he’s there looming in the shadow. I wonder does he see me too? His eyes never rest in one place, always roaming the surrounding, except when you ask him to look at you which I don’t usually do.
I love him the first day I laid my eyes on him. I’ve fallen for him, that, I can honestly admit to a stranger. Not to him, yes, definitely not to him and definitely not to the band.
I keep hiding, suppressing my feelings every time we’re together. It was hard, painful, thousands of needles piercing thought my heart seeing him everyday. But it’s worth it, you can say I’m a masochist. I’ve learnt to cope with it, have to or it will be the end of me, career wise and life wise.
Being confined with him in a hotel room, tour bus, dressing room, recording studio, makes my situation far more worst than I’ve thought of but things have changed, I’ve managed with this inner pain long ago, exact date I forgot.
Seeing him happy, contented with the world he created around us. I can’t help but feel elated. I cannot blame him, what we have now is something we have dreamt of since we are teens. He dragged us into this and made it real which I am more grateful of.
His voice, his wonderful voice that completes my whole being since the beginning I heard it. It’s music to my ears may it be him just babbling about or singing. Singing, it is the most beautiful thing to listen to, just him pouring out his soul that no one has uncovered it yet. I don’t have plans of uncovering it myself, the more mysterious he is the more beautiful he is to me.
Beautiful is an understatement, he is more than beautiful. He is a genius, wonderful person and just about everything really. Despite the agony I endure being with him I have found my alleviation, it is in him. My world. My life.
Author: gee_tarded
Pairing: None
Rating: R
Summary: Dom writes his thoughts on a journal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dominic Howard. And this never happened.
Author's Note: This is un-beta, if you see grammar mistakes I do apologize for it immensely or if this doesn't make sense at all. This is unplanned, just listening to PromoCD interview by the boys while fiddling with my palm top. At first I am just writing my own thoughts until subconsciously I am writing Dom's. Feedback will be very much appreciated.
He is there, always present. Anywhere I lay my eyes, I see him. Even when my eyes are close, he’s there looming in the shadow. I wonder does he see me too? His eyes never rest in one place, always roaming the surrounding, except when you ask him to look at you which I don’t usually do.
I love him the first day I laid my eyes on him. I’ve fallen for him, that, I can honestly admit to a stranger. Not to him, yes, definitely not to him and definitely not to the band.
I keep hiding, suppressing my feelings every time we’re together. It was hard, painful, thousands of needles piercing thought my heart seeing him everyday. But it’s worth it, you can say I’m a masochist. I’ve learnt to cope with it, have to or it will be the end of me, career wise and life wise.
Being confined with him in a hotel room, tour bus, dressing room, recording studio, makes my situation far more worst than I’ve thought of but things have changed, I’ve managed with this inner pain long ago, exact date I forgot.
Seeing him happy, contented with the world he created around us. I can’t help but feel elated. I cannot blame him, what we have now is something we have dreamt of since we are teens. He dragged us into this and made it real which I am more grateful of.
His voice, his wonderful voice that completes my whole being since the beginning I heard it. It’s music to my ears may it be him just babbling about or singing. Singing, it is the most beautiful thing to listen to, just him pouring out his soul that no one has uncovered it yet. I don’t have plans of uncovering it myself, the more mysterious he is the more beautiful he is to me.
Beautiful is an understatement, he is more than beautiful. He is a genius, wonderful person and just about everything really. Despite the agony I endure being with him I have found my alleviation, it is in him. My world. My life.