catch me when i fall

it was my birthday not too long ago….

i find myself in the ripe age of 24, nothing spectacular, nothing great….but nonetheless….something that is me.

i’d try so hard to be the world and feel it warm in a soft embrace. only the world is often cold and empty, thoughts given to heartache and pain, we are simply human. i still feel the touch close to my fingertips, the scent lingering in my head, thoughts corrupting and consuming til i am only that image lost to our thoughts. you please the touch, you feed on the ecstasy, you know not of the intrusion of what it means to be reality. i am your fantasy, a reality held still at bay. i am your nothing, something waiting for you there just beyond the immediate. i am your everything, a fantasy gripped on the edge of nothing. know not what you are and what i do. i am me and you are you. to gether, we are nothing new.

the inside rages with emotion, tempting the edge, threatening to lunge across the void and know not what we are. temptation calls us…here to see, temptation needs us,…come to me. we are spoken, words and thoughts, we are listening, words and thoughts. whispers still rock our souls.