sparks fly, but do you know why

Love had come too late.

When had it left? When I was sleeping? Like a current through a stream? Washing all things away, slipping through my fingers like the silken black water that glided slowly over the stones now.

I’m deep in this dream, the darkness on the edge of my vision. Moonlight glows softly on his ivory skin. He tenderly slips his hand behind my neck and brings me close. I can feel my heart racing – breaking my breath into shallow gasps. His heartbreakingly beautiful face smiles softly at me. And all I want to do is crash hard into his embrace.

He lifts my face to his and delicately presses both hands on each side of my face. I close my eyes and turn my face into one of his hands. He rubs my cheek tenderly with the base of his thumb. One of his strong arms snakes around my waist and pulls me closer, and I can feel his breath on my lips. His beautiful face moves closer, his soft lips brushing against mine, and I know…

I will die.

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thats the beginning to a new story im thinking of writing. shite? and no, it’s not a vampire story. even though it’s a “beautiful”, pale man. i’ve been kind of wanting to write a bit of a darker story. blah. who knows.

so no run-ins with bathroom stall guy today. thank god.

pretty mellow day. went to class, did my shtuff. was completely lost in philosophy class, and jammed out to my ipod as i walked to and from classes. i was going to go to the library with a friend to research a history paper — which i was totally ready to finish this weekend. turns out the library closes at 6pm on the weekends. yeah. not so cool. and i dont have any homework this weekend. so what will i be doing until sunday? bumming away. and i love it.

okay, because im a trend-whore, heres a list of things you probably dont know about me
[x]i wish i was ballsy enough to not care what people think about me
[x]people like me, because i listen. but im sick of just being the listener
[x]for several years i was confused about my sexual orientation
[x]sometimes i don’t know if there really is a God
[x]when i was younger, i hated my dad. actually hated
[x]i wish i was funnier

okay enough about me now. i do believe i hear watermark pictures calling my name. *squishes them with my sneaker*