Thunderclouds.

Who are you when the sun settles in? Does the atmosphere of the night touch you in ways you dreamed of feeling with me?I breathe in sights of stars I will never reach Each one meaning the same thingCrumpled up visions of beauty with youI miss every detail and all the physiological effectsI painted the …

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peace.

Oh, what the fuck has gotten into me?Young heart, still learningPassing the time in the time I'm servingFinding the one in everyone who looks at me that way.I'm so sick of looking back.After all these long stares and sporadic criesAnd visions of you beside me at nightI'm too tired from dreaming.Don't you understand? You fucking …

Tangent.

This week's solitude has me metamorphosing into a being I have never been - asking questions I have never permitted time to ponder, though knowing they were there. Am I to punish my past ignorance or to reward current curiosity? What I choose speaks highly of me and I'm far too valuable to seek minimal …