I want my kisses to burn a hole in your head your body, pressed against mine your moans and screams salvaging my ears I want to make love to our memories....
Having a ticket in your hand to travel all over the world is absolutely useless if you do not have a passport!
Having all of the money you could ever possibly want is absolutely useless if your health does not match your wealth - if your life is going to be cut short!
Having what you want does not necessarily mean that you have everything that you need!
Having what you need along with having what you want is the only possible way that you can succeed!
Its a gift when we find something to focus on. Its a gift when we find something to find meaning in. Its a blessing to be striving Toward anything at all, Even if it seems futile to others. It may seem ridiculous To roll a boulder Up a mountain Over and over, But it makes more sense Than trying to order your oceans Or trying to justify Why you spend your days Staring at a computer screen. Things only mean as much As we allow them to. What matters is getting in the groove, Until the world just fades away, And realizing that what you love Is who you're meant to be. It's about finding yourself In the space Between the notes That life offers you. No one in their deathbed is going to regret what's done. Its the things left UNDONE. Tune in. And don't be afraid to let the experience find YOU.
Fear only your lover for he can leave marks on your body that you'll be able to see even after he is gone. Fear him because you will find him creeping in whispered memories and in old rustic diaries or on your tongue while spinning yarns of facades. You will be able to see his face and point out every detail while looking at the mirror, so fear him, because he'll leave nothing of you for you after he's gone.
But fear him the most for his words, and for the mystic charm, and for love. Sigh. Fear him, darling, Fear him, for him.
Lost within these feeds The mission of liking And being liked Writing constricted To the reader's perception It was so from the Writing's inception. You are not the first to Write and will not be the last. No– no one will ever know! After a thousand years these Words will never show. Humanity may not last That long or this Earth, No– no we aren't sure. At least I might never know.