I can’t seem to find words when im not completely inspired by affection and in ‘lust’. There is just something to provoke me to write and express every emotion and anticipation that i have. Something so powerful and heart-warming inside of me that makes me want to shout it from the roof tops and yodel across a foreign country with a horn about how completely shoved i am from the blood lust we call love. I get so angry when i think about how much this affect me and my ability to think creatively. What else could possibly inspire me so much? I, personally, have never even been in love and quite frankly it scares the wits out of me. I’ve always envied the lovely couple gazing with warm smiles and flushed cheeks across a table in a restaurant. The way that they are barely sitting in their seats as if they could get any closer to each other. The way you can see the energy in between their warm bodies flowing so steadily back and forth, their pupils dilated and breath heavy. I’ve always wanted to be that one girl that he tosses and turns while he thinks about during the heat of the night. When he bites his lips thinking about how I could be there entwined in the sheets with him doing nothing but sharing and enjoying each others presence. When he sleeps and dreams of nothing but my smile, and laugh. The man who would reach to the ends of the earth to be with me. There are things in life i know i wont have the enjoyable opportunity of experiencing, but, this is one of those things i would more than happily attain in a heart beat. There is nothing that compares to a happy memory with someone i love.

I hope that one day I, too, will have that fortune within my grasp.