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So I guess I get lonely easy… I don’t know why but it happens. Sometimes it happens when there are way too many people around… Do you know what I mean? The residents move in or the football players take over my floor. I just start to see more people on campus. I guess what I mean is that. A relationship to me is having someone to come to that’s your escape. They don’t have to be there physically or even talked to for very long. Sometimes you just need someone that you know it’s alright with. Everything is alright. When I feel the way I feel with you, I hold you at a place that no one but you ever sees. I can live with the love that I show the world but still there’s this special place where no one knows that Dennis Fiore has. That mystery that surrounds me. Or anyone. Everyone has these feels most just don’t recognize or don’t tell anyone. I think my personality has become molded off of what most people can’t put to words. That’s why, as I told you before, you move me so much. I can’t put it to words and I don’t need to or want to. Hehe. But if I had to this would be the best way…
The Mystery That Surrounds Me
My mind races in a path that I don’t even know
But somehow, it keeps running along the track.
Twisting, turning, and fading, then up again from blindness.
I see too many paths and yet mine seems to be deeply paved
By whom I don’t know. They keep me on track.
Is it god or my experiences catching up with conscienceless?
A question also never need answered.
I don’t remember being socialized.
I wear these clothes now because they make me feel good.
And I’m ok with that. Actually I think the world is ok with that.
Selfish thought here. The world is actually what I take in and what I feel.
I will never know what your world actually is.
Don’t fool yourself; you’ve created relationships with more than you remember.
Intimacy, a word I use to describe the Innocence Love brings.
Innocence, the essence of Love.
A state of mind to which no answer is needed yet a grand plot is yearned for.
These influences we don’t remember become our very being.
The projected self that our surroundings acquire.
Think with me for a second.
What if there is a self that can only be acquired by the individual.
A self that one wakes up to every morning.
This is the self that feels Intimacy.
Relationships are connections.
Yet some relationships are built on none.
Randomness is key.
Bars don’t introduce people. Friends do.
The best ships that I have are friendships.
Sometimes these lead to the mystery that surrounds me.
I have discovered that I can share this with quite a few people.
Fortunate, I am. The only prodigy I am aware of.
The mysteries that surround me add up
Until Love comes to the picture.
Women are this mass of gentle power that move through me.
Like my hands, when I look into your eyes I see everything that I have ever accomplished.
But it is in our eyes that a motionless time is created.
Too feel your self is an understatement.
We become exposed to a single reality.
One that our worlds connect.
Recognizing each others individual Realities becomes essential.
Sometimes I think that I mix up the good memories with reality, or what really happened between us.
To live a life of separate realities and unite in a space between.
The Mystery That Surrounds Me
My mind races in a path that I don’t even know
But somehow, it keeps running along the track.
Twisting, turning, and fading, then up again from blindness.
I see too many paths and yet mine seems to be deeply paved
By whom I don’t know. They keep me on track.
Is it god or my experiences catching up with conscienceless?
A question also never need answered.
I don’t remember being socialized.
I wear these clothes now because they make me feel good.
And I’m ok with that. Actually I think the world is ok with that.
Selfish thought here. The world is actually what I take in and what I feel.
I will never know what your world actually is.
Don’t fool yourself; you’ve created relationships with more than you remember.
Intimacy, a word I use to describe the Innocence Love brings.
Innocence, the essence of Love.
A state of mind to which no answer is needed yet a grand plot is yearned for.
These influences we don’t remember become our very being.
The projected self that our surroundings acquire.
Think with me for a second.
What if there is a self that can only be acquired by the individual.
A self that one wakes up to every morning.
This is the self that feels Intimacy.
Relationships are connections.
Yet some relationships are built on none.
Randomness is key.
Bars don’t introduce people. Friends do.
The best ships that I have are friendships.
Sometimes these lead to the mystery that surrounds me.
I have discovered that I can share this with quite a few people.
Fortunate, I am. The only prodigy I am aware of.
The mysteries that surround me add up
Until Love comes to the picture.
Women are this mass of gentle power that move through me.
Like my hands, when I look into your eyes I see everything that I have ever accomplished.
But it is in our eyes that a motionless time is created.
Too feel your self is an understatement.
We become exposed to a single reality.
One that our worlds connect.
Recognizing each others individual Realities becomes essential.
Sometimes I think that I mix up the good memories with reality, or what really happened between us.
To live a life of separate realities and unite in a space between.