i dont know what to do with all of it..do i bottle it, do i spill, do i jar it, do i sell it, do i drink it? do i dare?. well, its all up to the nothing at hand.
and i am enthralled my life is no longer the same.
you can, but i will not. i am content. i have finally accepted it. and i love it. it's always there. no matter where i am, what time it is, what day or month or year; it never ceases to exsist. there has been too many times that have proven to me the question i've been asking almost my whole life. and now i got it
-ms
if only if only
come to mee my love.it so strange that one can write and dream and draw and sing about a person they haven't ever met, or yet to meet, and have such strong feelings about this person or people. it makes me wonder, will they ever meet each other, ever? what if all these pictures and hopes and aches and vocal strains are all you will ever get? i'm not questioning god's will or the will of the universe, but isn't it strange just to wonder sometimes? i wonder...
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