March 30, 2011

infatuation to a story

...in my head.

the light greeted me like a faithful old friend. it is a constant struggle. lingering in my footprints, in my kisses in times of sweetness, in the breath trailing from my mouth in your skin. it is no longer this or that, but is this right?

it is no longer a simple, two-sided equation but an equation with endless variables falling apart under the smoldering reminder of what is. these variables create limbs sprawled outward, they lay spilled out on my grounds, my skies, and in my brain. pressed with questions and morals and doubts.

how did everything suddenly get so goddamn.......difficult ?

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