requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Bed.I don't really know how this works,
and I ain't really in the mood to find out.
Lately, I have been wandering with empty pockets.
And they aren't the only things that are empty.
They come and go as they please,
And as much as I find myself surrounded by them,
I can't quite remember ever feeling remotely like this before.
Heart pounding with excitement when I enter,
Blood racing each other to the ends of my body.
This brings my mind and body to a whole new level!
BUT
It all slowly fades into the background upon entry.
The faces blur.
The voices dim.
The noises fade.
And soon I find myself alone again.
Tasting that familiar taste again,
And as much as I put myself into situations where I hope to thrive,
She just keeps coming back for me.
Time after time.
She leans forward and gently kisses my lips,
Tells me it will all be alright.
And yet again,
like any other night,
I find myself cuddling in bed with the familiar face of solitude.
| unendability
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