Random Thoughts XXVIII

It's sad you know.

When this world forces you to burry your humanity.

It's really sad.

Random Thoughts XVII

Those sleepless nights,

when you feel you've been so used to his presence,

that you don't think you can exist without him no more.

Autumn, leafs and poetry

I want him pale, so pale. . . like a dead body, like me.
I want him blond. . . maybe ash or fire blonde. . . like me.
I want him blue or green or gray eyed. . .like a creature. . .like me.
I want him obscure or even peculiar. . .weird and grotesque. . .like me.
I want him mysterious and mystical. . .unreadable and enigmatic. . .like me.
I want him fair and just. . .honest and sincere. . .like me.
I want him kinky and twisted. . .like an ill-minded controversy. . .like me.
I want him strong and dynamic. . .like a confident person should be. . .like me.
I want him open-minded and explorative. . .like a researcher. . .like me.
I want him dirty and pure. . .innocent and sinful. . .like me.
I want him artistic and logical. . .rational and real. . .like me.
I want him just and corrupt. . .cynical and impeccable. . .like me.
and the list could go on and on. forever. . .

Summer, sweat and poetry

It's the last time I will see you sleeping next to me,
the last time I will hear you breathing next to me.
I have to memorize every inch of your body so that I will never forget.
But how could I forget. . . 
I have and will probably never touch you, 
but I was watching you sleeping, 
I heard you breathing,
I felt your heart beating. . .
That is enough for me

Random Thoughts XIV

If I don't have a problem
then this world is the problem
and I can't handle that
so please tell me the problem is mine

Random Thoughts VII

Loving yourself is not a luxury. 

It is a necessity.