ravengirl
The existence. Your existence. It's such a complicated term, cause some of us enjoy our existence and some of us don't. Existence of humans, the purpose, the doubt, the conviction. It's different for each person what all of this means. Existence is such a complicated thing and all of us will never agree what the meaning of the existence is.
The desire of the mouth when your soul is broken. When you want to feel the taste of love you can't feel from another person. When you have been ripped apart you seek this comfort and you smell it, taste it, lick it and savior the flavor.
This word reminds me of a song called "No Charge". It's about a mother who tells her child about all the stuff she does for them for no charge at all. Because a mother's love is unconditional.
Like thousand needles were stabbing her, pinching her, poking her, she cried from the pain he had caused her. He didn't break her heart, just ribbed it apart with thousand of needles.
I lay there, half a sleep, half a wake. Then I heard those soft footsteps come around to the bed and she lay beside me. I turned around and sniffed her hair. Shampoo.
It's an annoying buzzing sound, one you do not desire to hear in the morning. It kills your ears when it drags you from your dreams into the reality. You search with your hand to end it but usually you just manage to end it for a few minutes...then it goes off again.