It is what it is, but it's not and it hasn't.

Please.

Catch me when I fall. Break my fall, because.

I promise, I won't bloom.

Sometimes...

It's just best.

To walk away.


It'll hurt though. Unbearably so.

There're against us
You and I
They don't want this to happen.
You and I

It can't happen.
Why
It can't
Why

It hurts, when reality hits.

Feeling trapped
Speculation upon speculation
There's a chaos in my mind

I cannot escape.
You.

I cannot escape.
"We need to talk..."

The blue hour Is when I am constantly thinking of You
It is when you capture me thickly in your presence
The amazement in this time

The hue of the heavens sky, blush strokes and strokes of yellow, blue fading to black just after the preceding promise of passion red slowly appearing

There is something in this hour that leaves me wanting
leaves me wanting more - yet I cannot help but feel satisfied

There's just something about your perfection that satisfies me. Deeply.

And yet I just cannot get enough. It's almost paradoxical. Surely if I was satisfied, I could move on right?

I supposed when You are enough, satisfaction is a given - a prerequisite when we come in contact with each other.

But that's just it isn't it - it's all about that contact

I can only be satisfied if I'm constantly returning to your well of Life.

Water can only quench for a limited time...
But what I actually seek, what I actually find in your presence quenches me for a lifetime and lifetimes over and again.

For whoever drinks of the water You give them will never be thirsty again.