fishychick
All I can think about is my wedding guestlist. Who to invite, who not to invite, why I feel obligated to invite certain people and is obligation enough reason to invite them? The list keeps growing, yet I want the event to be small. Invitations are hard.
burning. fire. flames. They engulf everything they touch. Paper, wood, flesh. Few things repel flames, even that which seems o withstand heat may melt if heated long enough. BURNING .
I study hard, or at least... I try to. Sometimes it's hard to focus. Especially when you're next to me, your hand on my leg, or playing with my hair. You make studying hard. And I wouldn't change it for the world. =) Because... you are my world. I'd rather spend my time studying you. The things you say, the things you like... I want to memorize you.
I remember how it felt to pull the bow across the strings to play the beautiful harmony of the Violin 2 section. Violin 1 always stole the lead, and the lower instruments added soft deep sounds to the background, but being a Violin 2 took some of the pressure off while still creating some of the most beautiful sound. Each part separate was bland and boring, but when you brought it all together, the beauty would send shivers down your spine.
Morals are a difficult subject. I think they change frequently, without warning. Some people lose them as well. I don't really know what to say about them except that they're more flexible than people think.
Nearness feels good with one who you love. The more near, the better. Skin to skin, lips to lips. But sometimes physical nearness isn't enough to make you feel loved.
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