thick walls closing in on every side - her body is shaking and her mind is overwhelmed in deep, intense thought. its almost classified as a bearable, border-line enjoyable pain. sorrow, perhaps? regardless, the feeling is real and patience is becoming something like the Devil. a difficult virtue to embrace, a thought she repeats all too often for sanity. life is a ride, meant to be enjoyed, but its less than flawless when her heart becomes so eager it nearly bursts each night as she sleeps in a blur of insomnia and dreams. wishes. dreams, however, do become reality, from time to time. she smiles to herself, believing this is a reality coming to pass. the warm air and sparkling stars don't even to justice to his beautiful face as she thinks back on his touch and his kiss. its overwhelming, certainly. but every kind of perfect that any blooming blossom should want to need..and just need. its perfect, really. the wait, and all.
oh my gosh. chelsea, this is exactly how I feel right now. the waiting game is absolutely insane. I really do feel like I'm going crazy sometimes. at least someone out there understands.
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