PAKman33

He's beautiful-captivating. He's stumbling, tripping over nothing-graceful. He's looking this way now-eyes cornflower blue and I want to pick him, pick him, pick him. He's smiling-and I'm frozen because this is an angel, and I want to cut his wings. He has to stay here forever-forever because I need him. "I need you"-I whisper and he laughs because he has always known this. He knows it and he's dancing-dancing away and I grasp at empty air-calling, gasping, shouting-"you are mine." But he's putting a finger to his lips, giggling-"no, no, no." His voice is echoing-it's maddening-and I want to capture him. "Mine, mine, mine"-but he's t

Emotions. They swirl and dance amongst one another They are wonderous things, if you think about it. Where do they come from?The heart? But the heart is just a pulsing organ. These emotions toy with our sense. They take over our mind and body. A young girl in love. She breaks a heart, hers is being cracked. Emotions fill her mind, bring her to tears. Wait, what tears? She doesn't want to think. She wants the numbnes. So she writes. It's her escape. Drugs? She laughs. She cries. No, drugs are destruction. She knows nothing of an escape in tht sort of thing. She turns up the volume. Something called music fills her senses.