I can't promise good weather
but ill hold you when your cold
till your shivers only shake me
and we can't wait to grow old

Propel yourself forward in the most beautiful fashion, I beg you not to underestimate your strength. You are.

an anxeity attack in such beautiful skin

Never have I been more afraid or more excited to press my lips against another persons. I wish that I knew how to breath around her, or what to say, or how to press her beautiful body up against a wall the way her drunken mind keeps asking me to. Goddamn stop asking me to. I want to so badly but I cannot get my hands and heart to stop shaking for long enough to do it. Then she kissed me, or I kissed her, and I was trembling, so afraid, I feel like a little child. I don't know how to take it all in. I am so very caught up . It is the scariest feeling I have ever felt, being able to touch the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I wish she would stop asking me to touch her more. I want to be able to I really do. But my hands and heart and eyes and mind can't seem to find the courage. Goddammit I want to do it but I am so anxiously afraid and I do not know why. I need to grow I need to let myself grow. I am going to do it, behind closed doors, discover the most enamoring beauty I have seen. I will do it.

What a fucking beautiful world I have so suddenly become a part of.

So many people with an unending amount of thoughts and ideas and the most eager hearts and minds to share.

I am overwhelmed every single day, countless times by the amount of love that escapes my heart and wraps itself tightly around every single one of these breath taking people.

I am growing constantly every single second of every day and I have not even had a race of growing pains.

frustration

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I have had one for to long! I can't control all the thoughts that spill and swirl in my head they just tumble and wrestle detroying everything they touch. Each thought smashing into another till they both break in two in an endless cycle of that which is driing me mad. I'm afraid I am running mad to often and will soon faint. It's strange because for a moment I thouht that I had beat my mind. But I cannot, somehow I was one of the ones whos mind is the enemy. How on earth to I beat my own enemy? I think I need to become friends with it. But anyone could hear the foul things it tells me then I don't think many would choose to be friends with it either. Maybe I am crazy. I know I am crazy. Bad fucking crazy. I don't think that it will ever go away, I think I have to constantly fight to pretend that I love that which I hate so much. I have never had a hard time loving anything or anyone. But I cannot love y mind, for it drives me to crazy. I just want it to stop. Please please stop.

This is fact not Fiction for the First Time in Years...

To parallel a quote by one of brilliant mind, your temptation is foul.

Still how sweet it tastes when I ignore my other senses, and breath you in.
Release.
Does anyone know how it feels?
True release.
I do.
It's orgasmic and overwhelming in the most beautiful sense.
Like lifting a weight, thats been plastered to your back since day 1.
I hardly remember day 1, but I remember release.
I feel release.
I drink, breath and juggle release.
I live Release.
Join me.

I dare you.

I see past you...

I know exactly what you are trying to do...but I will not fall for it....it may actually be the other way around...oh the irony that could bring....