I have absolutely no desire to write this paper. All I can think about is the drone of his car, rolling idly up my driveway and running into his arms despite that odd, fast food smell. The paper is due on Thursday, I have time, but it would be so blissful, so gracious to be finished with it, so I don't ever have to think about it again. Like a lock, swallowed up by a whale, never to be found again. As you type the last word, you can hear the paper go through the mouth of whale, crushed by it's teeth, then going through the dark, sullen waves of his intestines. Meek and cloudy, cold and warm.
I can feel his arms and perhaps... the food he may or may not supply. Whatever it is, his presence is my food. However, unlike food, I can never have too much. I am always feasting for more, more of him. His smell, his weight, his face, the velocity of his smile. I'm a rain drop and he's the tsunami. The wave that crushes my every soul, because we are just one.
If I sleep, time goes by faster. I dream in soothing dissonance, the mind that I have, rushes in every bit of thought that I have for him and the fear of my hopes and aspirations. I will soon be awoken by him, the felling of his air, the touch of his walk. His low voice awakening me into blissful reality. Reality that can be achieved only a few times a month. Then I go back, back to another refuge. The jungle where I am welcomed and shunned. His beauty, the wave of his love pounds me and drowns me into the deep waters of the ocean, where I am mystified by him. Everything about him just kills me to the point where I cannot bare. I swim faster to the surface, but even more pounds, rocks, concrete, mountains are being thrown at me. I tremble but I drown even faster. I am swept over a thousand miles in the blink of an eye. My lungs start to hurt as I try to gasp for breathe but nothing comes in or out. It feels like nails are inside of me, every single part of my body is covered in needles, bloody needles that prick me like starved sharks, in search for a massive blockade of blood. Like a little death, I blackout. But, like an addiction to a hard drug, I am in a complete state of Ecstasy for I only live for him and only him.
I can feel his arms and perhaps... the food he may or may not supply. Whatever it is, his presence is my food. However, unlike food, I can never have too much. I am always feasting for more, more of him. His smell, his weight, his face, the velocity of his smile. I'm a rain drop and he's the tsunami. The wave that crushes my every soul, because we are just one.
If I sleep, time goes by faster. I dream in soothing dissonance, the mind that I have, rushes in every bit of thought that I have for him and the fear of my hopes and aspirations. I will soon be awoken by him, the felling of his air, the touch of his walk. His low voice awakening me into blissful reality. Reality that can be achieved only a few times a month. Then I go back, back to another refuge. The jungle where I am welcomed and shunned. His beauty, the wave of his love pounds me and drowns me into the deep waters of the ocean, where I am mystified by him. Everything about him just kills me to the point where I cannot bare. I swim faster to the surface, but even more pounds, rocks, concrete, mountains are being thrown at me. I tremble but I drown even faster. I am swept over a thousand miles in the blink of an eye. My lungs start to hurt as I try to gasp for breathe but nothing comes in or out. It feels like nails are inside of me, every single part of my body is covered in needles, bloody needles that prick me like starved sharks, in search for a massive blockade of blood. Like a little death, I blackout. But, like an addiction to a hard drug, I am in a complete state of Ecstasy for I only live for him and only him.
