want

There’s much more to my verbal preening than I’d like to let on…

But maybe I am giving too much

maybe I am revealing more than I should

There’s a restlessness inside me

I don’t know what it is

But I sit here wanting to explode into a million bits so I can experience everything

But here I am solid, static energy, immobile and stagnant

  I need inspiration

Lately the only inspiration I’ve gotten was myself

I’m inspired in spits and starts but the object of that inspiration most likely will fail to catch my attention for more than a moment or two

 I bore myself to pieces

Maybe then I will push off into some state that embraces action

  I need emotional outpour

I need Passionate confessions,

I need deep conversation,

I need depth and Intensity. 

I am craving, wanting needing. 

I want to be surrounded in darkness and whispered to with lilting,

comforting phrases that render me hot and wet.

I want Desire. 

I want Grace.

~ by Timbre on April 25, 2008.