Cold Hands Warm Heart
Dreams
Did you ever have a dream that something you so desperately wanted was standing in front of you, and it took all of your energy and knowledge to grab it. Then once you have a hold of it, wanting to never let it go, there's this force that's pulling it away from you? Not knowing what it is or why, but pulling and hurting you until you just can't hold on anymore? You don't want to release it, because it's going to hurt, and holding on to it is going to hurt even more.It took along time, many tears, many lost friends, many mistakes, many memories, many tender and wonderful moments for you to become friends, lovers and partners. Sharing everything, sorrows, joys and each other. The feeling is undeniably wonderful.
The horrible dream that isn't really a dream. But reality. The invisible force that found it's way through a weakness in a bond of love. To cause and create tension. To pull the attention away, to make the mind want to explore, to stray just enough away to be able to return.
Knowing what's out there, what could and should be yours. Yet not wanting to wander to far for fear of not being able to return to the way it was before. But yet the mystery of what's beyond the front door is calling, tempting you. You go, just far enough to be able to turn back.
A taste of something new. Yet the desire to have the taste you've aquired. The taste that's always been there, that deep within your mind you think will always be there.
The tension that is aroused by the temptation standing in front of you, it turns to anger. The anger is pushed out in actions of selfishness, unwilling to give what's being given to you.
Deception, plotting, schemeing, wanting the knowledge of being able to get away with it. Wanting to open the doors that stand in front of you. But not being very sure of what you will be closing them on. The feeling of being able to soar like and eagle is there.
The wanting, the needing to run, but the fear and anger of knowing the rope around your neck isn't going to let you go. Then the scared feeling of not being sure you want to run.
You lash out, trying to hurt, to slowly destroy without really any pain. To turn everything that was, into something that isn't. Your conscience starts to clear, the feeling of satisfaction takes it's place, and the feeling of sorrow returns, to inject the feelings of guilt. The feeing is of necessary involvement.
The pause is long, the sigh is heavy. This place in time is not right. Your eyes open, the dream fades, but not completely. Just enough to hold you tight. To resume when the temptation arises.
It's not wrong to want to experience the things you've never really had. It's wrong to revolve around something you know you want, but aren't sure you need.
A few more by me. Come have a look.
Cold Hands Warm Heart
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Heaven's What I feel
I Will Remember You
The Morning
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About an on line Love
The Pond
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