So... there's no point in pursuit of such fleeting pleasures. I need something real, something concrete to stand on as this world crumbles around me... If you were who you say... If you are what you speak then i would serve you birth after birth until i am whole again, until my other half is discovered, then i might return home... only warmth in your words, back into your arms. If i could know you again... If i could fill my days with your poetry and my nights with your dreams then life would be a success. I would travel a thousand miles, or a thousand years, to meet you again. if i don't meet you in this life, then meet me in the next, and don't be late. Cause we are not these bodies...We are pure spirit soul searching after love, after acceptance, after each other. I am not a preacher or a saint... sometimes I'm not a good person even but i'm like you, a human who doesn't have enough friends to lose, or enough time to spare. I'm crazy but never has this life been boring... I take chances.
Now I need to write more... I need to ride that subway train through the city, beneath waters and on through tunnels... travel around and back to you
Now I need to write more... I need to ride that subway train through the city, beneath waters and on through tunnels... travel around and back to you
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btb4:
I think so - I'll bet it's good!
supernovice:
I am pleasantly disappointed. This gives me the opportunity to mingle. Whenever I get a form that asks for my occupation I check Other and write in: I'm mingling. People think of mingling as easy, but it is really very difficult. It only becomes easy when one stops trying to mingle and starts something else--say, seduction. But my intention is steadfast and pure. I intend to mingle. 