Creed: Remix
I believe in the taste of alcohol on a man's lips.
I believe in the creativity bred by insomnia and desire.
I believe in the solace found in a cigarette, the lingering scent of smoke on me that makes me yearn for you, and the beauty of your fingers holding a cigarette.
I believe in the fleeting of time and that the real paradises are those that we've lost and those that we're waiting for.
I believe in hugs and cuddling with friends, but, if you want to hold my hand for any romantic reasons, you'll be trying for a long time.
I believe in bonding over baked goods and in the joy of baking those goods.
I believe in solitary, nocturnal reading, the kind that causes the titles of well-read favorites to seem as if they're woven with moon beams.
I do believe that good poets borrow and great poets steal, but that mediocre poets steal to their detriment.
I believe in writhing, tangled-up passion.
I believe in naps in sunbeams and lemon juice in hair.
I believe that life can be horribly unfair, that karma is a bitch, and that my throat chakra is normally accurate.
I believe in skinny dipping with best friends, in the fun of random museums, and in the smile I hear in your voice when you answer my calls.
I believe that I am slowly becoming my mother, but I believe that this scares her more than me.
I believe in fallafel on a Sunday afternoon and sitting in parks the rest of the week.
I believe in long walks and good music, in international postcards and snapshots of Paris at sunset.
I believe in getting ridiculously drunk at your favorite bar for a friend's birthday.
I do not believe that alcohol lowers my toughest inhibitions, but I do believe in vino veritas should read in vino coitus.
I believe in the past, in the present as it slips by unnoticed, and in the future that never arrives as we plan it.
I believe that a gentle kiss can drive the neuroses right out of my mind.
I believe in the hope for the world I see in your eyes when you are totally unmasked and in the joyful playfulness that replaces it when you tease me.
I believe that the verb 'to love' has no past tense and that there are more ways to love than the number of seconds in a lifetime.
I believe in the love I have received, but not as much as in the love I have given.
And I believe I've never loved anyone as much as I love you all at this moment.
But I believe I'll end up surprising even myself.
Some of you inspired some of these lines. You know who you are. I just needed to say some of this stuff, I guess. Throat chakra, and all.