Dream Life

                                           I want your body pressed up against my heart. I want your hands spreading my thoughts, Lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires. I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your passions pressed against my lips, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans against my soul. I want you.

                                       I think I'm dead Or maybe I'm not But I feel like a flower Shriveling in its pot Like the gleaming stars That disappear in the day I'm dissolving bit by bit While losing my way My fingertips are snapping Like the icicles at the pole I cannot see any footsteps I can never feel whole I'm number thirteen on the clock I've been thrown out of existence The time has killed my passion Along with my persistence Destroy me one the battlefield For my years are running low In this belligerent world I'm like a fire in the snow

                                             I hope you find what you're looking for out there. I hope you find the kind of happiness that exists on your own terms. I hope you truly take the time to figure out what moves you, what encourages your soul, what you deeply crave from life, and I hope you have the courage to chase that .  I hope you have the courage to believe that you are deserving of everything you desire, that you are capable and worthy of curating the kind of life for yourself that sparks something within you. You have a fire inside of you- I hope you never let convenience, or comfort , or the easiness of standing still put it out. I hope you show the world what you can do with all of there passion inside of you. I hope you find the kind of love that makes you a softer person. The kind of love that makes you want to be a better man or woman, the kind of ...