This is a sort of personal letter to someone, I'm posting it here to have documentation of it. I will update properly with relevant updates about my present life when I feel the time is right. :)
Listening to The doors and dancing with tina. I feel like the ice queen. The ice queen. Why is she called ice when she spreads through my whole body like a warm blanket? Not like heroin. Not like that slow hand pulling and pushing. Like a friendly and beautiful woman, touching me and heating me up. Hot, sexual and sensual. It's not history. It's now. It's two hours from now when you know this feeling of power will not have left you. You know there's no chance of abandonment with this girl, she's not going to laugh at you when your makeup's running, she's not going to kick you out of the room because your expirary date ran out (24 hour time) and she's not going to keep you constantly out of reach, in the dark, hidden behind lies and excuses. Though she may steal from you, colours and weight and sometimes friends, she will give. And she will never leave.
Anyway. I can't stop thinking about you. That wasn't said with the connetations it would usually hold. It just is. It's nothing. Or maybe everything. It's something, it's just fact. I am very strongly attracted to you. In the sense that I am a person, and you are a person and this huge blurry world is covered with people, they're swirling in and out of everywhere and doing everything, and some of them I see. Some of them walk past and I'm still looking at the sky. But I notice you. I feel your presence if you're there. Even if you're not there. Now that I've met you, it's not going to go back. I'm not going to forget you in a hurry. You're a someone in my big [small?] life. It is strange and uncommon, but I feel like I am literally attracted to you like a magnet, like something just draws me to you. The sea and waves of eyes, and mine find yours. I want to touch you. I want to tell you, I want to hear you. I want to sit in silence and let Maynard's voice wash over the two of us, apart but connected by invisable threads of similar passion and feelings and thoughts.
This is a pretty elaborate and somewhat intense way of saying that I like you. I feel like there's a chance at a friendship that could be timeless. And maybe it wont. But the few breif moments we've shared; talking about art, experiencing spirals, our lips meeting softly and the rest of the world falling to stop, or sharing smoke between our mouths... it gives me hope that this could be something to make me smile and reference in years to come.
Listening to The doors and dancing with tina. I feel like the ice queen. The ice queen. Why is she called ice when she spreads through my whole body like a warm blanket? Not like heroin. Not like that slow hand pulling and pushing. Like a friendly and beautiful woman, touching me and heating me up. Hot, sexual and sensual. It's not history. It's now. It's two hours from now when you know this feeling of power will not have left you. You know there's no chance of abandonment with this girl, she's not going to laugh at you when your makeup's running, she's not going to kick you out of the room because your expirary date ran out (24 hour time) and she's not going to keep you constantly out of reach, in the dark, hidden behind lies and excuses. Though she may steal from you, colours and weight and sometimes friends, she will give. And she will never leave.
Anyway. I can't stop thinking about you. That wasn't said with the connetations it would usually hold. It just is. It's nothing. Or maybe everything. It's something, it's just fact. I am very strongly attracted to you. In the sense that I am a person, and you are a person and this huge blurry world is covered with people, they're swirling in and out of everywhere and doing everything, and some of them I see. Some of them walk past and I'm still looking at the sky. But I notice you. I feel your presence if you're there. Even if you're not there. Now that I've met you, it's not going to go back. I'm not going to forget you in a hurry. You're a someone in my big [small?] life. It is strange and uncommon, but I feel like I am literally attracted to you like a magnet, like something just draws me to you. The sea and waves of eyes, and mine find yours. I want to touch you. I want to tell you, I want to hear you. I want to sit in silence and let Maynard's voice wash over the two of us, apart but connected by invisable threads of similar passion and feelings and thoughts.
This is a pretty elaborate and somewhat intense way of saying that I like you. I feel like there's a chance at a friendship that could be timeless. And maybe it wont. But the few breif moments we've shared; talking about art, experiencing spirals, our lips meeting softly and the rest of the world falling to stop, or sharing smoke between our mouths... it gives me hope that this could be something to make me smile and reference in years to come.
posted by Manic at 6:05 AM
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one thing that i will always love, is how beautiful you write.
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