…but sometimes they lay uninspired thinking about the moonlight at 4:30 in the morning but it’s really two in the afternoon.
While the alarm clock is going off in another room far away the music keeps drowning it out.
Obsessed with the passing of time and passing of friends.
Each keep ticking by and are gone forever.
Neither missed nor remembered for more than their worth. Nothing remembered. Nothing forgotten…
I may have been dreaming…
Holding tightly onto your Rich name and other phrases of such words that hold on to so much of my past.
Remind me again, please?
Why I left those things behind that make my belly tighten and twist with your meer whisper?
Endlessly – you used to run rampant in my mind; wild and madly, free and enchanting.
Whirlwind wherever you went.
Chaos and anger were your solace.
Blindly throughout I followed around on your coattails, hoping you’d see my shadow…
But now, a different time, a different place. Can we even say we know each other?
Long stares you give across the room are deep… beckoning.
Like a polar force, soft kisses echo between our lips making the only sound.
Gone. Again, he runs right through me…
Once your movements were angry and harsh, but tonight you run fluid around me, circles and steps that make me spin! Into your arms I fall from grace as you catch me and look into my soul. For what? A clue? An answer? A reason to keep moving?
I blink and I’m alone again.
He looks so peaceful. His lanky form – dancing in the dark, deafening music. Strong and refined…
…slowly, becoming scared of his growing lust, I hide – not well.
The rhythms are quickening his pace…
– spinning, he looses his past that was just barely hiding.
Alone, I was found – by a lack of wall that was jumped in blinding passion – trapped by the same wayward walls that sustained the majestic throes of two Scorpio lovers.
(…never again shall I see that stall quite like it was that night.)
I may have been dreaming… or maybe a dream come true?
Or maybe, now, I’m trying to suicide the past with eternal sunshine.
Otherwise, I’m drowning in his isolated, cruel vanity…
Trying in vain to purify what once should never have been and never will again…
Whoosh!!! That was a blast from the past! Hope ya liked it bitches!
Love & Light