Your hands are my compass, your body the sea; filled with beautiful hidden possibilities, and I’m its sole explorer. I could drown in your love. The depths of it sinking deeper, all the while I’m sailing further. Let me be engulfed by your waves; so forcibly graceful and pleasurably warm. I could forever stay blissfully trapped in your sweet storm.
My blood has cooled from its boiling point and my heart’s turned raw; nothing left but streams of apologies and regrets. Time has flown past me many times, but I still see traces of your footsteps at the back of my mind.
Not sure if I had waken though I wouldn’t dare to do so, for if a dream this would be then please leave me be in this precious moment for life. I swear, the most white of snow could melt in your eyes. Take my heart and run with it, I’ll follow in my dreams; and we’ll chase the clouds together in my sweet enduring sleep.
“ Half of life is fucking up - the other half is dealing with it. ”
Henry Rollins (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book) (via eudice) (via leslielove)
These walls weren’t made to stand ground.
Ashes to ashes they all fall down
Without a sound
And I without the slightest fight.