Once I dream of once a girl. Many days, many years, many years ago. Her eyes move slow from one side to the other. Her hair beside her as another. Cadillac smile, perfect little teeth in their own imperfections and hidden behind a delicate set of lips. Chamelion girl, shift your pose. A spike for every way I love you. Something of a portrait, sometimes in the worst of times. Something tiny, too large to adore with a few words. Has I love you ever been insufficient? Of course it has. Tell me a tale of something obscure. Your voice I know as something soothing, and rightfully so, I would question nothing now. A poison to a soldier of fear. Care for. Be cared for. Care at all. A truth absent in a billion percent of the people in this world of ruin. Make me feel like Im 10 years old. Keep me 10 forever. Grow to a thousand with me this week. Make it ten if you feel. Say OK. Say its OK. Say its going to be OK. Understand me. Thats why I love you, because you do. Because patience is a virtue. It shouldnt have to hurt you. I want, I swear I do. Want is something new. New means adjust. To do so takes only you. Some more casual steps, short and pretty, boots up to here on me. Laugh again at my foolish nature. I was only lost in you.
I dream of a girl, many days over. Many more to come. I used to dream about this girl for many years, I figured she was never born. I did rub my eyes, she didnt disappear. Shes real now, Im unreal now. A ghost of a demon in love. Rebirthing me, this day forward. The process has already begun.
Has I love you ever been insufficient? Of course it has. I love her, too much so for three simple words.
I dream of a girl, many days over. Many more to come. I used to dream about this girl for many years, I figured she was never born. I did rub my eyes, she didnt disappear. Shes real now, Im unreal now. A ghost of a demon in love. Rebirthing me, this day forward. The process has already begun.
Has I love you ever been insufficient? Of course it has. I love her, too much so for three simple words.
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suoda:
It is always refreshing to stop by your journal and read such fine writing. Your entries continue to interest me.
dia:
Deep depression. You disappeared. I don't blame you. I wanted to myself. Today seems less dissolute, perhaps. Something gets me. From time to time. Like you had been... your hair looks fabulous, and I didn't say nearly enough things. I was mired in the dirges of the feeling that comes and goes and lately comes a lot. Would scare me off too.