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Saturday, July 21, 2007


A description of fleeting emotion...
What is this passionate excitement welling up withen me? Where does such unsettling need for action come from? I feel I could fly if I just stepped off the roof, I could run like a cheeta if I only had flat ground and no fear. Occasionaly the feeling of adventure wells in me with no outlet, what a sad case... I feel like the world is so close I could scrape it with my fingernail, just out of reach. I suddenly want the night air on my face, but lack the courage to seek it. If only I could pass into shadows in the night like a spirit and ne'er return. If only life ran like a really good book and this didn't sound crazy. I get like this occasionaly and then I write poetry, this time I just wrote exactly what I felt in laymen's terms.
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