fallen92angel
Warmth. Soaking my feet and taking a breath. Oasis of calm. Palm trees. Retreat. Massages, rocks, cocktails and coconuts. The smell of salt. White lounge chairs and rainbow-colored umbrellas. Guitars music.
The thought of domesticity brings about so much fear. So much commitment. So many dreams... that are all possible, yet perhaps not... If only I could see inside your head and everything just worked out the way we envisioned it, Now.
Hiding... Shy, and blinded to the truths - refusing to see the light.
When do we stop being moles and raise our faces to the sun? When do we realize that we cannot be blinded further if we already cannot see?
Kisses. New tastes. Interesting smells.
Exploration of the unknown; fear of the unfamiliar; exhiliration...
Curiosity killed the cat?
You.
Old shirts with distinctive smells.
A whale's tooth
That hung around my neck
For the very longest time
For much longer than it should.
Good things. Bad things. Mostly bad things.
Moving on.
New beginnings. Letting go... of old pictures.
Old emails.
You... Not really.