love.
I love him. I love him. I love him! I trust him with my deepest secrets, and I trust him with my body. He’s my best friend. Sure, we messed it all up. Sure, it ended? But I don’t care for anyone else more than I care for him.
his voice is calming, his touch is tender. his words sooth, and excite. his presence is a such a pleasure, and he never taking a moment of my time for granted. I crave his body, I crave his mind. His wit, and intelligence. His warmth, and lingering touch. I don’t need commitment, I don’t need the publicity. I know he cares, I know he wants and I know I provide. Words can be beautiful, but his actions echo around me surrounding me with a bubble of bliss.
I love him. I love talking, chilling, sexing…him. I don’t need a title. I know how he feels about me, and I know how i feel about him. Simple, and beautiful.
simply love.
conformity.
Conformity is so uncool, but we all submit to it. why is it that the aimless wanderings of a nomadic lifestyle is so frowned upon? Should a man choose to sit under a tree he would be criticized for his life choices as being an ignorant bum who has finally submitted to the insanity of an uncivilized mind. We all seek a purpose in life, a calling of sorts. We want to impact, change, be remembered long after our flesh is decayed from our hollow bones.
Forgive me in thinking that there is more to life than what meets the eye. Forgive me in thinking that in the end, tangible wealth becomes worthless. You are only the intangible things you can give and receive. Our human relationships that have become so contorted that human interaction has become the real uncivilized insanity. I refuse to submit. I am going to live without limits, love without limits, be without limits.
yeah.
thorns
So as I sat staring out the passenger’s side window maintaining my usual vacant “roadtrip face”, as Poison streams through my ear buds I got to thinking about the words. “every rose has it’s thorns.” We all know this is true, I mean we all know even the most beautiful person (inside and out) has their own faults, weather we see them or not. It is common knowledge most all humans have many of these said “faults” and it seems that we have this odd urge to tell people about them. When first meeting someone we often tell someone our bad habits and the things that are frankly not the good sides of ourselves. What confuses me is that we tell about our bad habits, we tell about our faults and the things we DON’T like about ourselves. Why on earth would we do that? Why present ourselves in this negative light? We think that talking about our negatives means “oh hey look I love myself for who I am, I can accept my flaws.” I mean, that makes sense right? But many of us find it inappropriate to say the good things about ourselves, the quality’s that WE and those around us like. We don’t want to be the asshole braggart that gets on peoples nerves, but what is wrong with saying good things about ourselves though? I mean it can be taken out of proportion but, sometimes its good for us, and our friends to hear you say something positive about yourself. Until we start looking at ourselves in a positive light, and looking at our good attributes instead of our negative ones we will never judge anyone else by their good qualities. If you want to start seeing the world in a new, more positive light, you have to start with yourself.
so in light of this, thought:
This is me:
I love, a lot. I adore smiling and laughing and honestly just love life. I suppose that is the best thing about me, that I just love living, laughing and jamming to my music randomly breaking out dancing in the halls. I can be friends with almost anyone. I can make people laugh, and cheer most up. I can listen, and understand most peoples problems. I understand, I tend not to judge, and often I know the right words to say to make someone okay. I have strong beliefs, but I am open to new ideas. I listen to the music that i like. I think that is the best thing about me, I listen to what I like. Most might not understand the importance of that, but someone might. I’ll listen to new songs, but I’m not giving up my old ones. Not for anyone. :p
speaking of which, while writing this I have listened to:
Fast as I can-Erin McKeown
More for me-Tegan & Sara
The sound of settling-Death Cab for Cutie
Seventeen Forever-Metro Station
The waiting song-Ani Difranco
AND
Lullaby-The spill canvas.
(since music is important)
–ixnay.
