
As I laid in my bed, it then occurred to me that I've been staring at my wall. Right then I started paying attention to what I was staring at, and over analyzing every detail possible. The dark, melancholy room had no effect on me, I was lost in my own state of emotion. Every shadow seemed to have the biggest impact on me, as it happened to highlight every texture. I saw the flower's shadow appear from outside my window. I had not looked at my window in quite some time.
My thoughts were disseminated. An overflow of realization had come upon me, and all I could do was act on impulse. I thought everyone was entitled their own opinion: Where's mine?
I have this continual need but I can't identify it. It is so persistent that I yearn to find it. Still staring my eyes start to fall. Delirium starts to make it's way, but this constant fighting won't last much longer. My punches are getting weaker and I can't argue with the inevitable.
Still laying, everything gradually starts to disappear and it's only him. Alone, touching my bare skin. His fingers trace my sides and his lips touch mine. My fingers run through his coarse hair and gently slide down his back. Our caressing starts to intensify and my excitement starts to ascend. As we express our amative feelings the time starts to stop. I pull his body closer to mine and crave for him to kiss me anywhere but the lips. Concentrated on the pleasure I've been consuming, I forgot about the sentimental music playing in the background. My exaggerated moans and his heavy breathing start to fade away. We lay satisfied full of accomplishment. He looks at me with that subtle smile and caresses my face. I bury my head into his shoulder and smell his natural scent; an overwhelming attraction.
My eyes start to open and I see the wall, I see the shadows that cover the wall. I look around my room dazed. I suddenly realize I'm alone and that I've been alone. I've been untouched. How long until this loneliness that I endure every night is no longer existent? When can I have you to spend my days with and share my secrets with you at night? I'm still staring at my wall, outlining every shadow. I'll try to sleep, to feel your touch in my dreams.
1 comment:
that was fucking beautiful, kailey.
such a talented writer:)
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