LilkelPixy
Bluelighter
wish i could claim it, but this is a friend of mine's:
.... i want it all, and i want nothing... everything, the same. a hundred and thirteen shifting faces are floating through every thought that passes through behind my weary eyelids... someone is watching my favorite movie and eating pizza right now. people are being born and dying and making love and crying in each other's arms, all while i'm sitting here exacting nothing from the deep dark recesses of nothing from which the greatest tendencies and frequencies of all the universe are emanating...it's all so big and we're all so small, but i think i'm gaining ground
it's all so confusing when you try to write it down.... it can't be caught in the faultiness of words.
it's that feeling i get when i hit the perfect note at the perfect space between the multitude of moments i'm meddling with....
or maybe the one occurring right as my fingers slide into and through your hair at exactly the right pace to match the cosmic rhythms that are surrounding... maybe this, maybe that.
i want me
wanting you
wanting everything you do
i get confused
and forget
but try to hold on
i just want to make love to the stars...
to make love with the stars and burn...
burn that way forever
.... i want it all, and i want nothing... everything, the same. a hundred and thirteen shifting faces are floating through every thought that passes through behind my weary eyelids... someone is watching my favorite movie and eating pizza right now. people are being born and dying and making love and crying in each other's arms, all while i'm sitting here exacting nothing from the deep dark recesses of nothing from which the greatest tendencies and frequencies of all the universe are emanating...it's all so big and we're all so small, but i think i'm gaining ground
it's all so confusing when you try to write it down.... it can't be caught in the faultiness of words.
it's that feeling i get when i hit the perfect note at the perfect space between the multitude of moments i'm meddling with....
or maybe the one occurring right as my fingers slide into and through your hair at exactly the right pace to match the cosmic rhythms that are surrounding... maybe this, maybe that.
i want me
wanting you
wanting everything you do
i get confused
and forget
but try to hold on
i just want to make love to the stars...
to make love with the stars and burn...
burn that way forever
