Love and the pursuit of happiness

The greatness of lovers outweigh the tragedy of the mundane.
Smiles override tears, while passion pervades weakness.
Strength climbs in every pore saying yes yes, i've found you with a declarative kiss.


If I'm dreaming don't wake me up

Collision of caution

well, hello dear non-existent audience, it's been a while. I have been busy, very busy, but for all the good reasons and I am very happy. The temptress of time has seduced me, taken me over, I am getting stronger, more mature, I feel a change, there is light behind my eyes again, not a flashy old motel 'vacant' sign.

incredible.

life can be really amazing, and I am trying to keep my head up and keep it that way. hopefully more writings soon, but I hope you can see this smile.

The Sex of Secrets

hearts race as breath quickens, the new touch dissolves into fingerprints, tainting the pure skin which was absolved of all its lies. the soul sighs mercilessly in joy, finally being touched, don't stop, don't stop, not now....cement this moment of verity, tell me it's real.

Ease of ashes

"Who will save us...your smile is on fire....still my heart will let you down....everyone in this room they got troubles too, secret stories of lives that we never knew...."

My new poppy delight! Oh my god, I could just bob my head, sucking on lolipops smiling to this shit.

But my favorite lyric..."why is it that two people can't feel the same way at the same time"

http://www.thesubmarines.com/

I saw the Cure last night. Wine. Robert Smith. Sad emo...hot friend. Love love all around. The most beautiful thing I saw was this lesbian couple and one of the girls took her gf's hand and raised it, and said "I am marrying this woman!"...I don't particularly believe in marriage as an institution, but this was a great moment to witness. Pure love and passion.

I miss that. I can wait.

One heart to break...many to fizzle...does someone have any glue?

"Everyday we wake up, we choose love, we choose light...."

I will try, thank you Submarines.

The best thing that never happened to me

I thought this was different. Isn't that what we all say, all the time. 'This time it's different' and when the same shit happens, we are cursing ourselves, why, why, why, the interrogative why mocks any semblance of rationality and sanity. I followed my heart. I followed it so far, I fell over, encapsulated by the lens, until I saw him leaving the frame, oh wait, that's not the frame, that's my life, he is leaving my life, at least I have a picture. A picture that he was here. We were here, there was something, I didn't make it up, not this time, even though I do dream about it. Let's go back to pretend, I am sick of reality, let's just go back to making pretty pictures. I can pretend to be pretty and put on a nice face, it will all work out. And I am not jealous one bit despite my green face. I don't hear anything. Your silence speaks volumes. I fell in love with your strories and you with my words, but they are all substitutes for what we really are.

You will never know the essence of me, because you never reached out to touch it. Sitting here stewing in my own thoughts, curdling rotten things making milk out of love.

I want something that I can never have. I have set myself up for the eternal dissapointment. And there is no one else to blame because i positioned myself in such a way, the story had made itself before I even entered it. So perfect. So perfucked. It's like it never happened. We can erase any mirage that it did. But you can't take away the picture. For one moment, you were honest.

Left with pixels and words to swim with and cuddle at night.

Dissected Beauty

and sometimes this is exactly how I feel.

As it were

wonderful wetness inspiring streams of strain, amidst the pain of attachment, the caress spills over to the rational...assuage me, mollify me....the cuddles cadence, muffles that voice.

thank you. a hand, a touch, a love, a something, a kiss, a something. it all means nothing but it means everything colliding into space of molecular insignia.

kisses for that memory and longing for it to come back.