cruelmaster

I suppose that it's time for another rant, this one in... A Minor... I can't believe the things that married life brings, for five years I have seen only one woman, who has birthed my children, who has my unconditional love... I have two beautiful children, and I love them dearly... but why is it that whenever I am allowed the time to think, really think, that I hunger to reach out and be the old me...
In my life, I have done many, many things, some good, many bad... I have no regrets, save one... I regret having forsaken the company of true, wild, pure, lust... I know that with two kids at 24 this sounds silly, but the love there and the liquid fire of lust are two wholly different things. I can still feel it, late at night... when all the world's asleep, the hunger, the raw desire, the feeling that drives me to do anything I can to take my mind off of what my body tells me I was born to be... Maybe it's just me... maybe I'm just crazy... after all I am a father of two, married, overworked and underpaid, with two jobs, rent to pay, friends to tend, and games to play, but my insomnic nights are ripe with nostalgic thoughts and feelings, and i seem to hear the world, the women, the scents and sounds and sensations of my past, i hear them call to me, late at night...
when all the world's asleep...
Here in the sub-arctic...
here in the dark...
here in the night...
Here where I don't know if I belong...