The Journals

 

I sometimes feel like a broken record, repeating the same idea the same concept inside my head. At times I feel like a child trapped in a body who is destined to be an adult "eventually". Is it normal to want to get lost in a forest and start a community the list of members include you and butterflies nature and a full moon every night beaming upon the beauty of earth and my lovers skin.  I fantasize a little too much of a land full of candles and happiness, soft pink smoke lingering, the taste and smell of coffee every morning.... Being a dreamer is draining its going against the dark wave, this world is a heavy dark wave  that drains my body and purges the last particles of glitter still trying to stick to my tongue. My imagination and dreams are the placebo I take everyday to numb my pain and move forward to silence my anxiety the feeling of drowning and the fear of never being free, the fear of never  completely silencing the negativity that spreads like oxygen. This placebo, is useless compared to  my weakness.

 

My weakness is soft, tender , relaxing. ..time stops and speeds up simultaneously, my weakness is my Lover...I'd call myself a fool for asking for more.