Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
Sometimes i look into your eyes and wonder where i would be if i were not here. It's a strange concept really, i mean, how many odds were there against such a chance meeting? How many lost and lonely sunny sunday afternoons would i have spent lying on my bed and wondering what could have been...?
That loneliness, it's like that cool breeze that hits you on a harsh winter afternoon when you're walking aimlessly without a jumper, and it's still ten minutes until you'll be home. It hits you square in the gut, winds you, and leaves you lying on the ground, just wishing for the warm wash of emotion that can make this moment fade and be overrun by something infinately superior...
...and that feeling of the omnipresent, which fills your every conscious movement and forces you to run on autopilot for weks and months on end, that is the feeling that most sane men crave! The feeling of absolute contentment - being lost inside the gaze of that one person who knows you unlike any other. The look in your eye speaks more to me than the sacred whisperings of a thousand dynasties - it warms me when i am lying cold, alone, and without you. It makes me feel as though there is justice in this world, that there is something worth living for again.
If you could only see the way i love you, and how you fill my dark world with light, then maybe you would understand that what i do is not in spite of you, nor is it to spite you. I do it simply because i mut, as a duty unto myself. I do not wish our separation, indeed the very thought rips holes within me...
...yet the look in your eyes tells me that you don't believe me, and it is your disbelief that truely cuts me to the core. When i look into your eyes I feel that the moment i step foot on that plane i will have lost you forever, yet this love that you give to me now makes me hope that this will not be so...
To be continued...
That loneliness, it's like that cool breeze that hits you on a harsh winter afternoon when you're walking aimlessly without a jumper, and it's still ten minutes until you'll be home. It hits you square in the gut, winds you, and leaves you lying on the ground, just wishing for the warm wash of emotion that can make this moment fade and be overrun by something infinately superior...
...and that feeling of the omnipresent, which fills your every conscious movement and forces you to run on autopilot for weks and months on end, that is the feeling that most sane men crave! The feeling of absolute contentment - being lost inside the gaze of that one person who knows you unlike any other. The look in your eye speaks more to me than the sacred whisperings of a thousand dynasties - it warms me when i am lying cold, alone, and without you. It makes me feel as though there is justice in this world, that there is something worth living for again.
If you could only see the way i love you, and how you fill my dark world with light, then maybe you would understand that what i do is not in spite of you, nor is it to spite you. I do it simply because i mut, as a duty unto myself. I do not wish our separation, indeed the very thought rips holes within me...
...yet the look in your eyes tells me that you don't believe me, and it is your disbelief that truely cuts me to the core. When i look into your eyes I feel that the moment i step foot on that plane i will have lost you forever, yet this love that you give to me now makes me hope that this will not be so...
To be continued...
