Tuesday, February 16, 2010
See, the thing about falling in love platonically is that when you move on something inside you becomes frail. It seems I've been stirring for years, and each time I become exhilarated by someone's persona my heart aches from the absence of another. I want to become so much more than this, but it's the remoteness inside me that seizes to resist. You know, it's not that I need your every moment or your constant devotion, in the slightest bit, but sometimes I just inspire to be missed..
Friday, February 5, 2010
Chaos leaves me with goose bumps, as the arms of apprehension remain wrapped around my throat. Since I can’t distinguish myself in distant eyes, I fear I’ll continuously fall into this obscurity without being able to heave myself out. You see, my arms are so frail, and my heart is no more than a dead-beat waiting to stop. My compassion is exhaustion waiting to halt…