Naivety
It is delicious, the thought of wanting but can't have... like an invisible ache that doesn't show itself but in your deepest dreams. The feeling that someone is untouchable, and so very desirable... it is tempting to know them further, but somehow most unravel in the ugliest of ways once you come to know who and what they are. For this I fear knowing, and I keep my distance.
I love beautiful things... and so many things are beautiful only from far away. I know the feeling is hollow, shallow, and regretful. But it feels pure. Like innocence before the waking from a fantasy. Allow me to hang onto this little naivety a moment longer...?
I love beautiful things... and so many things are beautiful only from far away. I know the feeling is hollow, shallow, and regretful. But it feels pure. Like innocence before the waking from a fantasy. Allow me to hang onto this little naivety a moment longer...?