Something More
Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that the mere fact of our existence should keep us all in a state of contented dazzlement.
Lewis Thomas (via joshuakaufman)

I am in a state of depression. I am not sure how to process this. I am not sure to handle it. All I want to do is cry and sleep. Harmful thoughts cross my mind every now and again. I just push them away. I am trying very hard not to go back to that place. I don’t understand the self pity. I have no reason to feel sorry for myself. I just want to feel good again. To feel happy. To enjoy being around people. To enjoy life in itself. :(

When I say something to you I mean it.
End of story.

The sweet smell of your skin.

The salty taste of your sweat drenched body.

The silky smooth touch of your hand as it glides down my back.

Your juicy lips meet mine.

The passion explodes.

Hands in my hair, pulling gently.

I whisper in your ear.

You moan with enthusiasm.

Heartbeats racing.

Emotions erupt.

Its a fucking beautiful thing.

By me.

Your Voice

Whenever I close my eyes, I see you.


You are there in the back of my mind speaking

Telling me something I cannot understand

I am oh so sure that you are talking to me

But yet, it’s as if I am deaf of only your voice

Your voice from what I recall is so soft and sweet

It is so spontaneous

I open my eyes and come back to reality

I hate reality

I want to dream, I dare to dream

I run away from reality and lock myself up with my sorrows

Once again, I close my eyes you are there

Tell me, Please, why you are there

Make me understand

Inside my chest, my heart beats so fast

I feel like it is going to fall out

You get closer, you become more clear

For some reason you start to cry

Tears of some sort stream down your beautiful face

I long to touch you, long to hold you

Long to hear the sound of your voice

By me.

Life without romance is completely dull.

You should feed each other and dance in the rain from time to time.