A silence I bred through smiles and being there was never enough.
An empty inbox as my soul ready to burst from need not real.
There was nothing, I was nothing, until and then and now.
A start line as elusive as a wolf's smile.
A finish as definite as the last drop of cum drying on the edge of my mouth.
Time passes, time dies, and so does desire for shiny new skin.
To possess, to own, to take, to taste for the first time.
When the leaves changed colors it was old and it was new.
When snow fell over the warmth of our bed it was too late for a song.
Music could do nothing to change the mood.
I have drowned only to be safe, to be quiet.
I have drowned only to finally breath the air I was denied.
But it's cold, and it's dangerous, and it's slippery down here.
And without a moment's notice I might fall back.
I might look back and wish for the wave to take me again.
Anything.
Anything for the sound or the colors or the breeze.
This entry lets the dark secret thoughts of your mind out to run astray. Maybe you’ll be lucky and they won’t find their way back home:)
Breathe, girl, breath.
Chris
chris, as usual, you see right through. although, once written, the thoughts are tamed a little bit. a word, a breath. thank you 🙂
Très évocateur et ça se lit très bien à voix haute !