| subject: | written for those affected by the absence |
| post date: | 2008-03-15 20:15:01 |
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the space between keeps us from physical touch.
the keenest of the five senses - we lack.
the pressure is building.
the urge to feel your touch is getting out of control.
open. close. open. focus.
like a child i find myself lost in dream worlds of you.
throughout my day, comin' to with a gleam in my eye
and a smirk on my face that makes one wonder.
stumbling over the jumbled thoughts, trying to pull them out
onto paper, having them make sense in some kind of order,
proves to be difficult these days. the mind's not quite right.
but i can feel the heart beating with an unknown normalcy.
& i can not find the words to say, i think i need you so.
it's a little bit scary, it's a little bit weird.
it's a pit in my stomach that won't let up,
it's the buzzing in the back of my brain,
it's the knowing gut feelin' i can't shed.
who's to say forever - only life knows the answer to that.
night's too long. cold here, without you.
cold from a touch i've never felt.
i see those eyes in virtual life, they rattle my soul.
i want to peer past the monitor and catch them staring at me.
my dear sir, reveal yourself to me. |
(stupidhead.)
