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This night, this field of starlight,
we're just lost enough to be alone.
Curl your fingers in mine,
our unity is warming me.
My promise to you is freedom here.
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So rare and precious, the growing peace within me... finding such inspiring creativity and genuineness in another soul is wholly awakening, illuminating even. Too long have I let it all go in apathy, harboring plenty of guilt, but barely a stitch of ambition. (Thankfully, just enough to put me in your path.) My youth is changing again. I'm realizing what strikes my chord of admiration. And I can hear my mother saying in her wisest philosophical tone, "life has to flow through you, Lily - too many people spend too much time wrapped up in their own heads." And I wonder about the implications of "too much thought, not enough feeling"; I wonder if it has hindered my connections in the past, or if its initial purpose of self-protection is just now expiring.
It's like the purest manifestation of expressive beauty when he spins. I can see his smooth movements when I close my eyes, the bright lights whirling in hypnotic patterns around him. Suddenly, I have no words.
I want to know you...
(All of the fire starting inside, and I want to know...)
we're just lost enough to be alone.
Curl your fingers in mine,
our unity is warming me.
My promise to you is freedom here.
-------
So rare and precious, the growing peace within me... finding such inspiring creativity and genuineness in another soul is wholly awakening, illuminating even. Too long have I let it all go in apathy, harboring plenty of guilt, but barely a stitch of ambition. (Thankfully, just enough to put me in your path.) My youth is changing again. I'm realizing what strikes my chord of admiration. And I can hear my mother saying in her wisest philosophical tone, "life has to flow through you, Lily - too many people spend too much time wrapped up in their own heads." And I wonder about the implications of "too much thought, not enough feeling"; I wonder if it has hindered my connections in the past, or if its initial purpose of self-protection is just now expiring.
It's like the purest manifestation of expressive beauty when he spins. I can see his smooth movements when I close my eyes, the bright lights whirling in hypnotic patterns around him. Suddenly, I have no words.
I want to know you...
Click to view(All of the fire starting inside, and I want to know...)