I'm too easily satisfied. Just one conversation with him and I feel all... satisfied now. And strangely sad. I don't know if our conversations are the same... or if they've changed. May I catch him again, or him, me soon... and let me find out if he's just being nice, or if he's actually being friendly to me. Sometimes the only way I can say things in my mind are in places I know will not touch him. Here is not one such place, although I may drop hints from time to time. I need to sleep. And sleep I will. No more late nights for the next two days.
Yojo:
The taste of something that lingers
in one's consciousness
even after the thing
or event that aroused it
is no longer present.
The gentle sighing in the late of the night makes the heart lighter.
When the mind can think no more, when the heart is numb to feeling,
Sleep, respite to the weary of body, mind and soul, brings oblivion.
Yet heals not the rending chaos that evermore inflicts pain.
the last sigh escapes, and heavy awareness is no more.
Closed eyes - darkness to match the shadowed heart.
:: nimezs @ 12:37 am [+] ::
