magsalita
Wrench.
Someone threw a wrench into my gears once again.
I'm stuck. Somehow unable to turn...
The machinations of my mind stuck on you.
Like a wrench in my gears.
I wish you'd use that wrench to tighten the bolts of my heart. Stop the leaking.
Stop the crying.
Boost.
Faster... faster... faster...
We feel like we're reaching heights we've never reached before.
We feel our hearts racing...
RACING... faster.... faster...
Your kiss is like a boost to my emotion.
Making our hearts race faster...
Giving me that boost to reach my dreams.
Jelly.
I like Jelly... but without peanut butter.
I happen to be allergic to peanuts...
Nuts!
Whats a person to do when theres no peanut butter for my jelly?!
So... nutella?
I can eat nutella... its quite delicious.
So I need to find the nutella to my jelly. It would be quite delicious
Come find me my nutella to my jelly.
Solved.
A word that I would like to use more often in the big picture of my life.
So many mysteries to solve.
So many pieces of the puzzle to fit together.
We want to solve everything.
From the minute details of our daily works... to the mystery of life... to how two can fall in love.
Spider.
We build our webs like a spider.
Expanding our networks... encouraging others to step into our webs.
Our web of lies and desire.
Our web of hopes and dreams.
Urging others to come into our lives...
We create our webs.... only to fall into the webs of others as we realize theres more beyond our own...
We step on the wrong thread as we try to tug on heart strings.
Trapped. Ensnared by our own desire to be more than one.
Sports. Sports. Sports
Competition.
Pushing one's body to the limit.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Step. Step. Step.
Throw. Shoot. Dodge. Tackle.
Art. Competition.
Summer.
The summer sun breaks through my bedroom blinds.
It wakes.
The heat I feel awakens.
Sets off a fire inside that makes me want to leap. To jump.
To fall into a never ending summer.
Endless days of love that makes me yearn that what is your heart.
The summer awakens to me that what is the essence of you.
Respectable.
The ability to be respected.
Its what we all want.
Respect.
"To get respect, you gotta give respect" is what I've always heard growing up.
To be respectable, we work. However, is it something that everyone should be?
Respectable?
Perfectly. We wish for things to all happen perfectly.
Without imperfection, without precision, without everything falling apart.
Perfectly.
Without flaw.
We seek to have everything to happen perfectly. We dream. We aspire.
Perfectly.
We live our lives trying to do everything perfectly.
Maybe in the end, everything just works out perfectly the way it was meant to be.
Success. It is something that we all desire to achieve. However, how do we define success?
Is it money, possessions, spirituality, love?
For me, its love. I seek a love that lasts. I want to be able to love with no bounds. Love like no other.