So I find myself hurting. I can sit and listen to my heart beat savagely at the music in my ears. I feel it inside the way I feel others can't. I feel like a hollowed out vessel starved and ravenously biting at this feeling. The music feeds my soul. It's so satisfying I can't help but cringe. I want to breathe it in. I want to roll my eyes back in bliss. I want to collapse in its energy. I want to love to it. I want to fuck to it. I want to be an animal in its grip. Can't you hear it like I can? I feel like a junkie, fidgety, crying. I don't want to experience this alone. I want you laying next to me.
PART 2
Piss poor rambling. Again. I feel the need to find someone who can feel what I'm feeling. These lists of braindead people make me numb. Is there no one like me in the world? Is there truly nobody who feels just how large I feel inside? I am bursting at the sides. I am too much love for this body. I am too much feel. I'm tearing. I want to let out. I want to let it. Touch. Gaze. Bite.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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