This is what the inside of my head looks like...
the night is young and my spirit runs wild and free.
he says he has intentions, and is full of intent for me.
i want the god damn stars. the moon. and the sun.
tell him don't come my way empty handed.... cause time is of the essence, and i have none to waste.
look at you looking at me.....
puff in, puff out, you can smell it in the air now.
i took a hit of curiosity laced with desire and i let it consume me. it heightened my sense of taste and diminished my cares. it got me closer to you. you could see it in my face, feel it on my flesh, hear it in my voice.
how did we get here ??
that's a question for the cosmos.
but we are here now....
together in this dimensions, exploring our desires, our intent, our potential.
laughing at the world, while in a parallel universe Kennedy and Marilyn are united with the aliens and laughing back at us.... because faith has a twisted mind like that.
you're my peace of mind.
you're my fossil fuel.
your love is still my favorite drug,
where are we off to next ??
::i laugh... you laugh... we laugh::
i hate these oceans that separate us.
i hate the distance in the sky that stands between us.
i hate the strip of land that stretches out to keep us apart.
i hate it. i hate it. i hate it.
patience is a virtue i've had too much off
i've forgotten what you taste like. what your hands are capable of. what your energy brings out of me. what your love feels like up close. how hard it is for me to let go, temporarily.
remind me.
this is deeper than words to me.
this is realer than words to me.
when you pencil me in to the lines... don't leave out any details.
the superficial cuts deeper than the surface.
but i think i'm used to it by now.
honestly, i'm over it by now..... except for when i'm under the influence.
look at me in the eyes and see through my soul.
because i need something familiar, i haven't been home in days and the further away i am the closer i feel to you.
ironic, ain't it?
the familiar unfamiliarity of it all.
i keep on reading through these words trying to find you.
and the more i look, the less i see.
how can that be?
tell me, when you touch me do you feel me........? and if so, do you feel the seams of my soul stretch and bust under your fingertips.
do you hear me through these words?
are you listening ?
this is deeper than words to me.
this is realer than words to me.
i cant pen you in, but i can't erase you either.