A compendium of my thoughts. Probably disturbing to most people.
|I wrote a little peice on a girl I fell in love with a long time ago. this is about a different girl. not long enough to be a paper, but it doesn't rhyme, and I hate free verse. what am I to do with myself?
I am solid.
I am your anchor. I am always there, whenever you need me. But I am alone.
I need your light, your passion.
I will chase you until we are both out of breath; over hill and underbridge,
through the blackberry patch and across cities miles wide.
I long for an adventure. You are such.
Around you, chaos forces ripples in the universe, rending open a path that you can't even see, but you walk it.
I can see the ripples, I see the close-calls, last minute vibrations in the cosmos, just barely in time to keep you in existence.
I am afraid,
I am excited.
I want to watch you forge your path.
But first, I need to meet you.
"My hand is not so great that showing it would make a difference." -persuader user from Kino no Tabi.