This is my life.

I'm sweaty and dirty and smiling.
I have great new hair and a good strong drink.
I have love and plans and aching muscles.

I want, always, and I won't stop moving.

I need a lover who can see the whole world inside of themselves. Who can be swept up with me without being carried away. Someone who will drink me in deeply every night and spill themselves over me every morning. Someone who will grow into me without trying to take over, without being consumed ( Read more... )

I saw his face. He looked so comfortable in those clothes. I never thought I'd see his face. I wish it hurt more. I couldn't help but stare at him and when he caught me over and over I couldn't breathe ( Read more... )

I was made for every season.

I had a day of animals and snow and Christmas lights and emotion and love and religion and peace.

I am wrapping myself up in snow and arms and myself.

I walked another way. I keep walking and my muscles are singing. They couldn't be happier, but I will.

Something went click, I think ( Read more... )

No matter how fucked up life gets, every morning I wake up next to a beautiful woman who sleepily tells me that she loves me.

What more can I really want?

I'm so in love that I can't function.

Now I'm safe.

Now I'm alone.

Now I'm so fucking sorry.

(Stolen from the ever lovely lunar_light)

you - You haven't moved. I wish you could.

you - I win again.

you - Nothing can stop us.

you - How much would you pay to keep from acting?

you - You are still there, somewhere (remembered)

you - You intrigue me still.