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.
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