Saturday, June 27, 2009

Do you feel it too?

We've all been put in the position where we feel as if the world is crashing down on us. As if the devil within you is tearing you apart and revealing your darkest secrets to the ones of kind hearts and innocent minds. As if the ones that you surround yourself with look at you with such disappointment in their eyes, such tension and aggrivation, that all they can do is rotate their figures in a direction that is completely opposite to yours. It's almost as if no one is even listening to you anymore.

Truth is, maybe they're not.

But even when such deep emotion and negative thoughts swim from the tip of your toes, through the blood in your veins, to the highest point on that single strand of hair on your perfectly sculpted head, it's nice to know that there will always be that one person you can always turn too. That one person that won't tear you open to reveal your secrets to the world. That one person that can't bare to ever turn their back to you, no matter the situation, the consequence, or the unintended humiliation. That one person that could not go a day without hearing your soft voice feed sound waves to the ears that once heard you say "I love you".

Love is a (beyond) beautiful thing that is meant to be shared. It's a feeling that cannot be described in words, in text, in script. It's a strong feeling that one has to acquire; when a man can feel it without using his rough hands to graze the porcelain skin of a womans body. When a man can feel it while looking at each individual spec in a womans eye that enhances the natural beauty of Gods unique creation. When a man can feel it as his heart softly beats against hers as they lay, side by side, and simply enjoy the silence and eachothers presence.

Dispite the chaotic world outside of ours, I'll always be that one you can turn to.

x

Friday, June 19, 2009

Only in the evening

Your lusty fingers bruise her fragile figure. The ungenuine touch is nothing more than a rush of adrenaline pumping through thick veins.

But she wishes it were love.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

6179

It's almost as if it's always left unattended.

Saturday, June 6, 2009