passion is not real if it is consistent. i feel in love but i feel alone.

i am a widow to sanity.

is it possible to be in love, yet feel alone at the same time? why do i feel so much but feel as if this is how it is going to be for the rest of my life? if i become consumed in it, it is detrimental to me. i lose touch with reality. my world becomes fantasy. i adore affection; i adore attention. what am i striving for? what is going to ( Read more... )

what is it all worth if i can't touch or feel it again. one of my best qualities is sensing all of this. i can live in a world of lies and pretend but that is not me.

i'm lightly wading in a pool full of dark marsh. i try to pull out of it, and i start to struggle. i can't breathe. i wait for a path. it starts to open. my feet get stuck. i start to shuffle through the mud to break free. the water begins to clear, and the bottom isn't seem so deep. i get my hands out of the water. i touch my face and ( Read more... )

when i talked to sean today, he told me to cut the 'shit'. "what shit?" "chrissy...your laugh... the way you are talking to me is not you. don't pretend to be someone else. be you. you always knew how to do that best."

i found me again.

It doesn't hurt me ( Read more... )

And I shed my soul, feel it kneeling down ( Read more... )

i can feel you on my lips and your hand with mine. it's the kind of lust that lingers for days and keeps me coming back for more.