31.05.2011

31.05.2011 


Again I am thinking of you. Here I lay in this comforting, flushed candelit bath inundate with vanilla and wine. Seconds pass,    minutes pass,    days pass,  and I feel my mind downing in thoughts of you as they deviate themselves through my selfconscious. 


As I take a small sip of wine, the white goodness fills my mouth with immense fizzing and exotic sensations; they remind me of you. The orange blaze of the candles, they light the room with such seduction; and when they flicker, they remind me of you. Now, the silence is all I hear for there is no sound but the scratching of this pen as I paint my thoughts and emotions into this blank canvas. 


My mind trys to turn back time to remember our last embrace. The embrace that evolked such ador that my mind cannot extract it from this swamp which was once my brain. I have this memory of you. This memory of only you.

26.05.2011

26.05.2011


Enjoying a sweet mocha alongside tasty Beyondsemble. Today is cold yet I do not feel this but more I feel warmth. 


Magnificent bows of the violin inspire me. Rainbows of colour stream out from the speakers as the quartet serinade me to write this. My favourite things: Family, wine, candles, music and the sweetness of you.

25.05.2011

25.05.2011

As I lay here listening to the pattering rain trickling from the nights sky, I think of you. Thoughts of you float through my mind as I try redeem the last gaze or touch that came from your' sweetness. "Why art thou be so foolish and yonder for they am too young to belong to thee. For I can not take agonising pain that will fufull my heart no longer. I feel warmth come from beneath me, yet am I content? Do I portray such contentment to keep me from longing for thee. I am in modern day yet feel I do not belong for I feel somewhat longing for a piece of me that is missing. Is it actually missing or do I think of myself as someone I know or know not.. Is my mind telling my ambition that it is confused for it does not let oneself approve nor acheive greatness, or one feels they do not deserve greatness." As I stash my confusion of ambition and greatness aside I think of you. Sweet passion and images, like film, fill my movie of you. I think of you. I think of only you.