Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Never perceived this current transition to transpire. And “You’s” have turned into “We’s.” Which is foremost shocking bearing in mind the
We’re okay. The We can breathe. My “I’s,” I’ll never be so foolish again. I
want to press these keys to the point that they nearly shatter, or at least tremor
severely. The last time I was writing in a frequent state everything was so
solitary. I didn’t mind it. Though having Her now, it’s comforting in a way I
never imagined it would or could be – especially considering all my desirings
were muse-ish dreams states. It feels so damn good. She’s in front of me now. She’s
here. She really, really is. She’s mine.
How does She exist and how am I not just romanticizing this in my mind? I have
hardly written anything in the past (very almost) two years of Her mystic
presence. These have been the most enchanting years of ever in my
existence & I wrote fucking nothing.
How could I’ve been so senseless? My rapping on this keypad is nearly blaring
in volume. I want Her to ask me, almost. Just so that I can kiss Her hand or forehead,
which will be the perfect degree of lukewarm. It’s hitting me that this sound
is not secretive anymore. I’ve been scared to write about Her. I’ve never been
so careful the way I am with Her. So considered, yet so open. How strange it is
to even acknowledge.
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