Asylummn

As i'm riding, and the weather is stormy. I'm in my gloves. The sky threatening worse conditions. The air, crisp as it flows through my body. I'm content. Peaceful. Which is a rarity in my book.

I'm pondering how I want some affection. That dry taste in my mouth after a night of carelessly fumbling around in blankets. I feel so empty sometimes. Even when i'm filled with liquid, consuming cigarettes, giggling at everyone. Looking at myself from a different person. I awake in the middle of the night. I can't move my body. Others can however.

Its pretty horrible how i get that fix sometimes. I wish I could else where.

Its silly however, when you keep waiting, waiting, waiting. For this finale, climax of a situation. Peak. What you want. You're wondering when its going to show up. It hits you smack in the face when you're told that you are blocking everything. You're the reason that thinks are not as you would prefer. Its disappointing really, because your actions reflect your desperation, and your craving for this comforting closure.

I've got another question as well. Or something I've been pondering.

We used to confide in one another, our problems with significant others. Talking, verbal affection and comfort. Now though, who I am supposed to go too, that you've become my significant other. I don't want anyone else. No, I've tried others, and they just don't appeal. I makes me sad too, how you've been nothing but loyal without conditions. Good, and I didn't see that.

Lets just say, that i want your attention. Your affection. Company. More than others. I wish that you understood my motives, because i know that you understand how i function pretty well. If you would give me the chance to curl up next too you, and you could hear the emotion in my voice. Feel my purple heart and my honest intentions.

You've got my body frozen almost, and I'm not sure what i can do. Besides continue to be patient.