Love may exist.
Yesterday night was great. I went to The
Door, this little place just down the street. Well ok, it's a little further
than that. I stumbled upon an enigma, this man, this creature, took me
away from my life for a short while. I'm not sure of his name. He goes by
Aeden on stage, and I have never heard such beautiful words come from
such a tortured soul. He took the stage silently, and didn't look at the
audience while reciting the poems either from memory, or as I would like
to believe, he wrote them there, in the moment. I can't describe his
physical beauty, he just defies it, like words cant capture him, I am
suprised that the spot lights even made a shadow. He was bearing himself, and he opened like a window into another world. I was sure that the poems lasted for half an hour, at least, it seemed as if each word was not
being spoken, but being born as they left his perfect mouth. But only ten
had passed when he sat down, again silently, and I wondered how he had
stolen this time from me, how had I not noticed that I was being used,
made to feel his emotions as my own. I know I don't deserve these
feelings forced apon me, I didn't ask to feel for him, he took my heart
in his ethereal hand and pulled. If you haven't already guessed, you could say I
am infatuated, and don't need to say that I will be going again.
Door, this little place just down the street. Well ok, it's a little further
than that. I stumbled upon an enigma, this man, this creature, took me
away from my life for a short while. I'm not sure of his name. He goes by
Aeden on stage, and I have never heard such beautiful words come from
such a tortured soul. He took the stage silently, and didn't look at the
audience while reciting the poems either from memory, or as I would like
to believe, he wrote them there, in the moment. I can't describe his
physical beauty, he just defies it, like words cant capture him, I am
suprised that the spot lights even made a shadow. He was bearing himself, and he opened like a window into another world. I was sure that the poems lasted for half an hour, at least, it seemed as if each word was not
being spoken, but being born as they left his perfect mouth. But only ten
had passed when he sat down, again silently, and I wondered how he had
stolen this time from me, how had I not noticed that I was being used,
made to feel his emotions as my own. I know I don't deserve these
feelings forced apon me, I didn't ask to feel for him, he took my heart
in his ethereal hand and pulled. If you haven't already guessed, you could say I
am infatuated, and don't need to say that I will be going again.