I want someone, someone to appreciate my personal hurricane of emotions; and embrace them like the captain of a ship. Floating in the seas of blankets we'll engulf ourselves in. On those days when this giant puzzle we call life, just clicks. When it's not constantly rearranging or changing or moving. It's just still. I need someone who will grow flowers in the darkest places of my soul, In the Marianas Trench of my mind and they will grow until my body is made from them. My vascular system entirely replaced by stems. Buds blooming until I am made of nothing but your attachment. You'll be the roots to the complex structure I call home.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
I want someone, someone to appreciate my personal hurricane of emotions; and embrace them like the captain of a ship. Floating in the seas of blankets we'll engulf ourselves in. On those days when this giant puzzle we call life, just clicks. When it's not constantly rearranging or changing or moving. It's just still. I need someone who will grow flowers in the darkest places of my soul, In the Marianas Trench of my mind and they will grow until my body is made from them. My vascular system entirely replaced by stems. Buds blooming until I am made of nothing but your attachment. You'll be the roots to the complex structure I call home.
First thing I've ever written.
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