Even so I wonder who will I be when I reach the end?
Am I too far from it now to see where this path is taking me?
Reckless and alone a path taken by the undesirable.
It may not be a quest of revenge but is one of faith.. so..
how many graves should I dig?
@solisolsoli Mmm sounds like they just lack wonder. The intrinsic ability to change their own perception of the object in front and of them. A shame really.
In this fantasy I want you under me. The smell of your sweat, conditioner in your hair making it sweet, curiosity in your eyes, with the craving for wonder on your lips.
Fear, shame, the scars from the failed eggshell walks, still feel fresh on my soles. I don’t like loud sudden noises. I don’t even yell. You shouldn’t need to be the loudest in the room to carry the weight. So I’m quiet. Measured. Waiting.
But it melts away at least the act itself, you don’t notice the intermingling of bodies. You see them. The sum of their existence, everything. Thats when the dread sets in. If I can see them, then they can see me. I physically recoil at the thought.
I type the words “I want” and then stare at it. My mind is empty every time I see it. Hours I’ve spent wondering but I realized the act is simply enough because by my own authority it should be. Just as natural and unstoppable as the sun rising.