some people may insist that my emotional self is too strong, too in your face, too obvious, too pessimistic/optimistic and perhaps too annoying. maybe it makes me vulnerable. maybe i'm a loose canon. sometimes i think i want to change, but i know that i truly dont. maybe you do not want to listen to my roller coaster emotions, and that is fine. no one is tying you down, and spoon-feeding you these happy and or sad and or mad tangents. as disgusting as you may find this quality about me, believe it or not, i like the way i am. i love knowing that my reactions, whether they be good or bad, are pure. they are not filtered in any way. and personally, i find that beautiful.

but i have always been a little bit narcissitic

i've got a stomach full of marbles

these veins are like roadmaps to the city i call my heart these days.....
i'm needy as hell, and your eyes lick my skin clean like fire, a cleansing, bleaching me clean again. your statement indicates hello, and i am the first and only one not to die.

you said hello.

i think i am just full. so many people are empty and i am full to the point of overflowing. so it comes out in tears.

i am full, i like it that way

      
ahhhhh. sometimes in the late evenings before a solitary sleep, i get to experience someone playing harp with my heart. just plucking at my strings to soothe me into my slumber. i croon along and close my eyes to the melody. there is passion pulsing in my veins and a number of beats singing in my head. so wonderful that i write to remember, to store forever. oh stay with her, stay with her. stay with her.

i love you, you are the good one

if love has a disguise, this could certainly be it. i can't really feel what it would be like but I can imagine. a connection so beautiful it's almost unreal. its unreachable, unreachable unreachable. i want to stand before a crowd with you. i want to stand on a stage stricken with fear. i want to grasp the microphone so tightly that my knuckles are white. i want to croon into your ears and lick my lips. i want to smile with pleasure and cry with emotion. i can picture it. the two of us, making love out of music. i want to lose my notes into the atmosphere and lose my time to the passion. i like singing that isn't stylized. the kind when it isnt forced at all. it is just what comes out of you even if it's crackly or soundslike you just swallowed a cactus. it's just nice that way. i love this. i love you.