Ten Feet Off The Ground
I am frustratingly overcome with a need to explain, to talk and express and have myself understood. I feel like i'm drifting (possibly with intent) away from the people in my life that i profess to love. And i love them, i do, but at the same time.
I want for something new. Intrigue, intelligence, beauty. All of this re-hashing old ex-whatevers and former lovers is making me feel sick and i want to leave it all by the wayside for something clean and fresh and lovely.
I'm waiting for that tingly feeling. That breath of a second right before a first kiss. I want the "oh god. oh god." moment back. When you close your eyes, gasping for breath, and when you finally look again, there it is. All the breathing, all the wanting, waiting in that moment between sleeping and dreaming. I'm sick of the forgery and the lies, i want to do something honest and gentle and clear.
I want for something new. Intrigue, intelligence, beauty. All of this re-hashing old ex-whatevers and former lovers is making me feel sick and i want to leave it all by the wayside for something clean and fresh and lovely.
I'm waiting for that tingly feeling. That breath of a second right before a first kiss. I want the "oh god. oh god." moment back. When you close your eyes, gasping for breath, and when you finally look again, there it is. All the breathing, all the wanting, waiting in that moment between sleeping and dreaming. I'm sick of the forgery and the lies, i want to do something honest and gentle and clear.