April 2009
14 posts
i hope someday, somebody wants to hold me for 20 minutes straight,
and thats all they do.
they dont pull away, they dont look at my face, they dont try to kiss me.
all they do is wrap me up in their arms and hold on tight,
without an ounce of selfishness in it.
“Im not a hopeless romantic… Im just romantic, yeah, Im very hopeless.”
—(the years gone by)
“So I suppose I do not know how he really looked and, in fact, I suppose I shall never know, now, for he was plainly an object created in the mode of fantasy.”
—(Angela Carter)
All these accidents that happen
follow the dot
coincidence makes sense
only with you
you don’t have to speak - I feel
Emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this:
State of emergency : how beautiful to be
State of emergency : is where I want to be
All that no-one sees
you see
what’s inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don’t have to speak - I feel
