Wednesday, Dec. 17, 2003
My life as a desert snack.
Thursday, Oct. 23, 2003
And then it hits me. . .
Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
To Whom It May Inspire:
Sunday, Oct. 19, 2003
Passion
Sunday, Sept. 14, 2003
Well The Man Burned
Quote For The Day:
Need I really say more?
To Whom It May Inspire:
Monday, Oct. 20, 2003 - 1:45 AM
Writing Situation & Location: Complete darkness, save for a slight red glow. A stream of heart felt thought gushes out. Tears and almost hypnotizing thoughts
To Whom It May Inspire,
A letter to dreams and intent.
(I as of yet have no idea who "you" may be, if you know , please clue me in)
First I will fall for that surge I get when you look at me. The commanding way you walk up to me and let me know that you have me in your forethought even as you go about your path. The strong and subtle way your body comes in contact with mine that makes it irrelevant that we are in a crowd of people. Your touch or lingering glance will make the world stop for one instantaneous moment that feels like forever. At that point how much time of yours is actually focused on me is irrelevant, because I am always in your thoughts and that is not questioned.
Then I will fall for your mind. How it drives and pushes me, challenges the universe and insightfully cuts through the mundane. You need not know everything, there will always be a journey. You do however walk that path wise and perceptive. Midnight talks that stop time and wrap me in our thoughts, making love though a volley of thoughts and words. Passion about what we say enraptures me.
Then you take hold, you already have me and you take what is yours to embrace. With strength that is intoxicating, you leave my flesh not wanting any other choice but to succumb to your seduction. I give myself completely. The careful balance of unrivaled lust and nurturing attention plays back and forth like a struggle of mythology. I spend my night held down, only to feel lifted up to ecstasy. Never questioning your commitment to protect me, I'm compelled to surrender to your mastery of force. When at last we allow ourself the exhilaration of sex it is as if we have no choice. We do, and choose to step beyond a point of no return, a release that holds nothing back and bares the very core of our souls to each other.
This I dream and this I dream as my reality.
