eternity
yeah you just walked in.
theres something in the moment, not necessarily a skip of the heartbeat or a shot of warmth from the core, but a special recognition. something that forces a longer look or a quicker turn of the head. i dont love anyone here. this isnt about love. not yet, and not in the near future. regardless, there are those i would do anything for without hesitation, those i could fall asleep with comfortably, with whom every brush of skin means something different. its not that i care more, but deeper, really. and there are differences between different people, of course, in the ways appreciation forms and the whys and whats of everything meaningful. its hard to tell what works and whats fun or whos more of a human being but its ok. i care.
ive always felt like i wanted someone with whom no words were necessary. naturally, any good relationship is an evolved friendship, and who better to talk to? but not mandatory, all the time. its speaking without words, whats so special. and words are the enemy. i cant change things while things are so well. while we are friends, cant sacrifice that. i can promise i never see people in an unnatural light, purely honorable and true. but things change, people talk, theres an almost unavoidable paranoia, unless you are the kind of friends who can talk about that stuff without changing the status-quo, in which case you are most likely the kind who should end up together anyway (at least thats what i always believed). i dont want all my actions scrutinized for connotation or my words taken apart and glued back together. and, more than that, i dont want to touch what exists. i revere love, everyone knows - or should know - that. and im to the point, myself, where its more important than myself. and if what is is fine with you, then its fine with me. enjoy it. i will be the best friend i can be. after all, thats all a good relationship is anyway, right?
"Since beginningless time and into the never-ending
future, men have loved women without tellnig them,
and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the
void is not the void because there's nothing to be empty of."
theres something in the moment, not necessarily a skip of the heartbeat or a shot of warmth from the core, but a special recognition. something that forces a longer look or a quicker turn of the head. i dont love anyone here. this isnt about love. not yet, and not in the near future. regardless, there are those i would do anything for without hesitation, those i could fall asleep with comfortably, with whom every brush of skin means something different. its not that i care more, but deeper, really. and there are differences between different people, of course, in the ways appreciation forms and the whys and whats of everything meaningful. its hard to tell what works and whats fun or whos more of a human being but its ok. i care.
ive always felt like i wanted someone with whom no words were necessary. naturally, any good relationship is an evolved friendship, and who better to talk to? but not mandatory, all the time. its speaking without words, whats so special. and words are the enemy. i cant change things while things are so well. while we are friends, cant sacrifice that. i can promise i never see people in an unnatural light, purely honorable and true. but things change, people talk, theres an almost unavoidable paranoia, unless you are the kind of friends who can talk about that stuff without changing the status-quo, in which case you are most likely the kind who should end up together anyway (at least thats what i always believed). i dont want all my actions scrutinized for connotation or my words taken apart and glued back together. and, more than that, i dont want to touch what exists. i revere love, everyone knows - or should know - that. and im to the point, myself, where its more important than myself. and if what is is fine with you, then its fine with me. enjoy it. i will be the best friend i can be. after all, thats all a good relationship is anyway, right?
"Since beginningless time and into the never-ending
future, men have loved women without tellnig them,
and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the
void is not the void because there's nothing to be empty of."
posted by sunshine at 2:08 PM
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