Saturday, July 31, 2004

Wonderful, with me.

I am filled with silences where the roaring words will not do. It seems emotion is rushing through my veins but I know that it is adrenaline. It seems that though you are not here, you speak to me and I quake at the thought of it. It reminds me of a story I read, "Liar", by Isaac Asimov. (I wont explain the whole thing to you. If you are interested enough, read I, Robot.) Is this the truth, or my own delusion? I do not know if my desires will come to fruition, or even if they should, or even if I really want them to. I only know that right now I feel something and it is wonderful. Please stay here, wonderful, with me.

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