Lazy cares not for sleep,
Contrary to popular belief.
It cares not for the easy life.
Lazy is forever catching up.
Lazy cares not for rest.
Her mind is racing; exhausted.
She hurls herself over the finish line,
EVERY time...
To embrace the other procrastinators.

by Arcassin B & claudia


CR: lust is a want , love is a need,
AB: i could take your heart out on a joy ride but i
can't feed the birds and the bees,
CR: There will be bumps along the road but with me
you'll never have to do it alone,
AB: I'll put my life on line , trying to spend time,
but i'll always be here for you at home,
CR: With you it's not what i see , its what i feel,
AB: i don't wanna be what every man is ,i want something real,

AB : when we touch its like its all i could think about,
like all i could about,
all i could think about,
i swear your kisses make a blind man see,
your touch could get me excited , set me free,
please tell me is this lust or love,
because i want this to be real to me,

CR: your smile is a work of art and being in your presence
warms my heart,
AB: your body is a heaven gate to newer things and better things
is what i want for both of us to have a brand new start,
CR: don't shut me out , just let it be,
AB: we'll go through trials and obstacles and then we'll be free,
CR: Love is something that transpires and lust is what you desire,
AB: Don't get the two mixed up , Don't feel so stuck cause at the end of the day
lust will expire,

AB : when we touch its like its all i could think about,
like all i could about,
all i could think about,
i swear your kisses make a blind man see,
your touch could get me excited , set me free,
please tell me is this lust or love,
because i want this to be real to me.

Silly sweaty Human palms
back, neck, bones, legs
smelly sheets and shiny foreheads
Two whole lives, tangled up in Swedish stitching
the behaviour of the limbs unaccounted for
A maze of senses contained by cotton, linen, sometimes silk
it might be dusk, dawn, daylight, night-time
Who knows? Who cares? Toes are touching
and the sound
that can’t be explained
is every cry and laugh and every life
everyone who ever lived and every creature that has died
So kiss
like a button got pressed and there’s three minutes to live

AM I shadow? Do people just no see me or hear me? Am I even alive? Theses are all great questions but the answer is that, we all have shadows. Some live in them. Some are  Scared of them. Some people in and out of theirs. People may see you but don't want to hear you so they pretend your not there. They may hear you but Instead still doesn't care about you. For the last answer, I think am but some times I feel like I'm empty space.