From us... from you... from me.

I don't want to hurt anyone. Least of all me. Yes, it's mostly about me.
I just want to dream a different dream every night. I want my dreams at night to make up for the dispassionate days.
Don't be fooled to think I'm a loser. I'm not. But my kind of victories are the boring kind. Each accomplishment only adds to the my world closing in.
I need room to breathe.
I wan to live again and again the rush of tension building up.
I want butterflies to make home in my stomach and never cease to flutter.
I want the shudder of being touched for the first time.
I want you to want me when I want you to. And you can never fail...
...to capture my attention, to keep my interest, to amaze me and then to soothe me until it sleeps.


2007

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