Friday, December 30, 2011

I rush to the door, ready to spill the world at your feet
I rush back again, this is not some new, beautiful, wild land
I don't know what I'm offering

i don't know what I'm asking
or what I've been expecting that I keep arriving
here, again

it's the smell of my own adrenaline, I suppose
the rush of my own blood
as my imagination skirts the places I hesitate to go
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5 comments:

  1. WhateverDecember 30, 2011 at 7:02 AM

    I Love this.
    It feels the effect I get from drinking expresso
    an almost manic high that I love even knowing that it wont last.
    xo

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  2. AnonymousDecember 30, 2011 at 5:51 PM

    Yeah, co-dependence is not good :/

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  3. AnonymousDecember 30, 2011 at 5:54 PM

    :D Just sex and coffee !!!! :D

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  4. Yours TrulyDecember 30, 2011 at 11:12 PM

    Anon, I think you are missing a subtle point here. The protagonist can't possibly be co-dependent if they cannot even knock at the proverbial door.

    But, this makes for an unsatisfactory heroine. Perhaps I should write it so that all she has to do is open the door for sex and coffee. This provides much better motivation!

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  5. AnonymousDecember 31, 2011 at 11:46 PM

    Perhaps I should improve my english so I can understand really what you are writting :D

    Most times is difficult to me !

    Happy New Year anyway ....

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