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I love dim lights, white sheets and soft flower petals. I want to sink in silence and drift along the sea. My moments are many, I couldnt count them if I wanted to. Food is important, chocolate is love. I long to wear around my finger the gold love of your heart. Sweet as a dew drop, I want to wake up next to you. I love imagining "the one" .. it's like I'm baking him out of my thoughts. I love the smell of bakery, I could almost close my eyes and dream. To errupt around your silence is a need. I like to need what I want. I love the sea, if I'm to die today, I would pray my last prayer and take a swim in the sea. I enjoy breezes, and lightings. Rain is love too. I'm am emotional writer, who wants to be a novelist. Literature is love. Everything can be lovely, if you add your own color and texture to it. The smell of coffee brewing is lust. I love after twelve hours, I want to spend them all with you. |
well ok its been sometime now since ive written anything that, made sense, well atleast to me. my days are spent doing nothing important, i sleep, nap a little after that, play around with my fone, consume internet, eat, pray and then sleep. yet my thoughts have gone north and east.. blown everywhere but got me nothing so far, i think if i stayed like this longer, i would most defiantly go mad. my fantasies are so much increasing, i sometimes think they are reality. everything is well from the outer, yet inside the shell a choas is occuring. 
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