Music

[Random Information] My Favorite Music Artists/Bands: Death Cab for Cutie - Explosions in the Sky - Led Zeppelin - Placebo - Muse - My Chemical Romance - Taking Back Sunday - As of years now...

Carried

He carries me all the time, like I weigh a feather or something. It's disturbing, but still cute nonetheless. He's here right now, but I think he's faking being asleep. His eyes are closed, his breathing is... oddly breath-taking. Can a guy actually look as perfect or even beautiful? Because I"m telling you, the word beautiful does not serve his looks any justice. Lucky for me he doens't have blue eyes to throw off our balance any more than his tall great statuesque figure already does. He has brown eyes though, kind of like honey but darker. Oh and what's worse? He's always here now. This is some getting use to. "Come here.. I want to tell you something". He beckons-- that's my call to stop writing for now.

Intrigue

It's hopeless when you get attracted to something... someone... all over again. But this time its different, he's different, and everything about it feels different. My stomach fills with nothing less than butterflies and my heart, it pulses strikingly and even more than usual. The emotions I get is utter feeling, to their extremes. It was a want at first and now it's a need, and never a moment where it occurs less than that. The temptation I have now for him is surreal. Uncontrollable and unquestionable, he mesmerizes me. His voice, his laugh, his smile... the fact that his gestures are made only to enlighten me. He's visited me everyday now. It seems that the day I stopped looking for the right person, the perfect person came along. He was unexpected, he was more than I could ever imagine. And I felt him, he came to me and he never looked away from my eyes since. I knew he was looking for me, but he found me, and the time, the wait, the distance before that disappeared in that instant. He's simply, more, more than I ever had, could have. Whenever he talks to me, he holds me, whether through his arms or through his eyes he captures my attention and there is never an overpowering distraction to look away. The warmth we share when we're together in inexplicable. It's consuming and I don't care much for anything when he's not there. I've never found it so easy to fall asleep as much as it is when I'm around him. He waits, and I can feel his eyes look over me, watching me, protecting me. I woke up once and I was confounded to see him there to my rescue and in less than a lingering moment's time, I felt the smoothness of his hand cradle the sides of my face and my neck... he was there, I was safe. The past before this day did not matter and my future was only secure if he would be in it. But he promised me in that instant that he would remain there, here with me, always. I believe him. He's opened my eyes, he's made me complete, a complete I never knew I could feel. In an instant he brought me to a place, with my eyes closed he walked me and carried me there. There wasn't even an urge to look around, he was with me and that's what mattered. I can't bring myself to realize how much a person can intrigue another, but apparently it happens, and it's happening to me. He gives me life and I don't know how or why but he needs me just as much. What he and I have-- this is new, it's different, it's real, it's finally here.

La Vengeance

Revenge is a dish best served cold. And once you get a glimpse of it, the smell, the touch, the consumption-- it all leaves your lips watering for more. Revenge is sweet, so they say, and so I hope is true.

Driving

My mind was empty with the exception of one thought. And I was driving, not paying attention to streetlights either-- green? red? All these are things that were secondhand in that moment. I then begin to wander with that one thought. This one speck of light didn't help clear things up, it made everything a perspective from one person-- me. So how? And why? And what happened? Suddenly and unexpectedly. Because. I don't know. That's all the answers I can come up with. Life is already difficult, that other stuff need not be there, but it is, and it is uncontrollable, not caring who you are, just there to take it's toll. It made we want to get away, to disappear. When your driving, with no music, with the windows all rolled up, and it's you and the gas pedal and the quiet, and the road in front of you, you wonder how you got there. And you don't know how, and you don't know why, and you don't know what happened. Next think you know that emotion gets wrapped around aching your body and making a trail to your mind, and there's not just emotional pain but physical pain. Your mind aches with memories-- your heart aches with hurt. And they burst in the only way they can to let the thought and pain go, streams through your eyes, and you can't stop it just like you can't stop what happened to you.