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My mind is high up somewhere today. In these clouds maybe, too far for me to reach. It leaves me dizzy, desirous... I feel so sleepy. I crave sleep, for a deep, still pool of rest, in the arms of love. To feel protected and safe. I want to be guarded like a vast treasure. Where is my knight, the one where I see my reflection in his armor, where I see burning eyes and burning hands that love throughout the night... Where's someone to always be there? And I know. Believe me, I know. I should look inside myself for these things, create my own light for this dark place inside of me. But I don't want to become The Hermit, and carry this flickering lantern in the dubious storm of myself, where there's snow and sleet and bone shattering winds, forever to wander alone. I want to find my puzzle piece, my chemical solution. There must be a cure to this plague of loneliness. Someone to be the balm that eases the pain and whispers... "No more, no more. You are safe here, with me." (c) May 21, 2013
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
The Hermit
My mind is high up somewhere today. In these clouds maybe, too far for me to reach. It leaves me dizzy, desirous... I feel so sleepy. I crave sleep, for a deep, still pool of rest, in the arms of love. To feel protected and safe. I want to be guarded like a vast treasure. Where is my knight, the one where I see my reflection in his armor, where I see burning eyes and burning hands that love throughout the night... Where's someone to always be there? And I know. Believe me, I know. I should look inside myself for these things, create my own light for this dark place inside of me. But I don't want to become The Hermit, and carry this flickering lantern in the dubious storm of myself, where there's snow and sleet and bone shattering winds, forever to wander alone. I want to find my puzzle piece, my chemical solution. There must be a cure to this plague of loneliness. Someone to be the balm that eases the pain and whispers... "No more, no more. You are safe here, with me." (c) May 21, 2013
morgan-graham
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morgan-graham
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
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