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Thursday, May 26, 2005


Sometimes I see your face, The stars seem to lose their place, Why must I think of you? What would it mean to say 'I loved you in my fashion'?
Not sure what I want to say today. My hands want the movement but my mind is numb. Vines crawl up my limbs, and I am smothered in their leaves. I can't move for fear of tearing them apart yet my body longs for a different embrace. One theat moves and breathes, holding life within, holding my in. I feel fragile, like glass pulled thin and cooling from the forge, losing my momentum, my flexibility. I am friable as if any second the air will shatter me. And still if I was heated warmed caressed I woud regain my strength and burn.

But I am not one for touches without tenderness, without deep feeling behind them and so I will stay on the barren shore for a little longer, I know not how long and every moment feels like an eternity. The dark water lapping at my feet . . . .

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