A confession, of sorts.

Nov 12, 2007 00:33

These things are running through my veins, and I'm tired
Of these eyes, sunken deeply into sockets
Although the day's been long, the nights burn with a maddening glow
And I can't sleep toward dreams I only dream when wide awake

For fear that dreams will not take me to where you are
These thoughts which glimmer like stars in a frozen sky
And form the constellations above us as we sleep
These thoughts which draw my every motion toward wherever you are

Thoughts of this warmth resonating from within me
From some place almost entirely unknown, the surface only touched
The dust only slightly stirred
Your skin upon my skin, like breathing air fresher than we're meant to breathe

Like bathing in the source of everything I am
Everything I can be
Everything I want to be
And just as it had suddenly come
The fear is gone from me
And I know with a certainty I've not felt for quite some time
That I am alive, in every sense of the word
And that I am in love.
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