My dreams are so vivid, and last nights...I didn't want to leave.
"Look at what I got" she says. "Come play with my butt, it comforts me".
When it gets to hard to breath I start writing. I have been writing down every memory I have from the past 4 years. I'm afraid of loosing them somehow. Like someone spilling water on a painting. Our love was so vivid, so colorful. I can still smell her hair, feel how soft her eyelids are...
It's so hard to shake these feelings. She wanted all of my attention, all of my love, and I happily gave it. I'm having so much trouble shaking that promise from my heart.
I miss her so much. I miss my old life.
"Look at what I got" she says. "Come play with my butt, it comforts me".
When it gets to hard to breath I start writing. I have been writing down every memory I have from the past 4 years. I'm afraid of loosing them somehow. Like someone spilling water on a painting. Our love was so vivid, so colorful. I can still smell her hair, feel how soft her eyelids are...
It's so hard to shake these feelings. She wanted all of my attention, all of my love, and I happily gave it. I'm having so much trouble shaking that promise from my heart.
I miss her so much. I miss my old life.
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daysofgrace13ben:
Man I just happened to come across your blog. I feel for you-I am in a similar situation. Do what I can't-move on. Don't let the past eat you up. Cos if you let it it will.Peace.
dragonchild92:
I read here that you are shooting the new Fear factory video, I am anxious to see your new work.