Purple Incense

Make me numb

Take me away

freeze my thoughts

Preserve my mind

Fly with me

Make me numb

Comfort zones

I am so comfortable.

I am comfortable enough to keep showing you love. I am not so comfortable with making you feel uncomfortable. I am not so comfortable that I would knowingly give you reason to ask and tell me, "Why, Baby, why don't you call me anymore?"

I am so comfortable.

I am comfortable enough to love loving you instead of getteing over you.

I am comfortable in you with you, not without you.

I am comfortable with the idea of getting comfortable with you.

I want to comfort you and be with you. I shall never discomfort you.

I want you. I'm comfortable only when I'm with you.

How is it then, that when you are comfortable, you're happy

to leave me when you go have beers with the boys and flirt with the

girls? How is it then, that you see no need to open the door for me, hold

me and walk with me for hours like we used to do?

Did you say you got comfortable?

crush

A crush: the feeling you experience when you know you cannot have someone but you can be with them.

Being around them, whether they notice or not, has an intense effect on you: Your palms sweat; Your eyes glisten; Your heart races; Your mouth dries up.

It feels like the world is not real and you see purple clay in the earth; reddish navy nights and redder moons. You see sights that can be found but they seem totally unreal.

Yet, they are real and they are so real

that they crush into you.

You have a crush on someone you love.

That person still gives you butterflies.

Permanent butterflies.

You have have a crush on someone that you love.

Sounds

i am a lover of sounds

mouthed words

sounds sung

soothing

soothing the rhythm in the beat of your sound on repeat

repeat repeat the beat

i am a lover of sounds

sounds that break through the ground

it is ground breaking

only because we hear it

hear it

but even the deaf love sound that vibrates passed the quiet stiffened ear

the sound that is picked up by the sense of touch

touching you through the air

the touch of sound

the sound of touch

it is touching to thought

i am a lover of sounds

sounds of a lover

from one to another

Something New. Again.

Something new has begun in me:

The new age of life at the edge of the teenage cliff;

The time to fly.

The prick of the writing instrument on paper has made its mark in me. The point of my writing tool has become me. I write with the desire to turn living thought into a message that will come alive and walk off the page. I do not write to please people.

I do not write to satisfy the laws of grammar.

I simply write because I want to re-feel my feelings at random. I write to feel and to stop feeling. I write to pour out my soul in ink and come back to drink the thinking ink of myself.

I've fallen in love. I've fallen for words. Agian.

The lover of my soul. My soul loving lover.