this is it.

Mar 12, 2008 - 23:16 PM PST

do you ever walk into a room and feel the walls? do you ever sit at a resturaunt or a bus stop and feel the surfaces and wonder what they know? what they've seen, what they've hear, what they've felt?
do you ever feel that? do you ever feel that alive? when you feel your blood running and your own heart beating and that all the nerve endings in your brain are firing properly and your eyes line up properly, and your lungs are inhaling and exhaling in proper intervals?

there are no rules for love, no boundaries and no penalties. no punishments. i want to be held. i want to be cried on, i want to be let go of, and i want to be wanted. i want her skin and i want her hair and i want our pupils to be one. i want to wonder what lies beyond those olive like shapes and feel her creeping into mine.

that's my field of flowers. my mountainside of trees. my lake of pale blue, and the feel of pine trees and the smell of rain in the air.