Little wisps of warm breeze that sweep in the window making me restless and longing.
Please, come soon. Take my worries away, take me back to days spent on the sand until the sun starts to go down, nights stumbling across the yard barefoot and falling asleep on trampolines. I need it so badly.
On another note, I realized another thing; I find it much easier to grasp at the concept of emotion if you look at it like this: it's the wax you peel off the tips of your fingers after you stick them into the hot wax of a candle. Then it flakes off everywhere into little unbearable pieces. That's how I feel about emotion, I have jars and jars of little uncontrollable pieces of colored wax, and all I need to do is figure out how to melt them back. I am finding this not only true with the opposite sex, but along with family and loved ones.
Under the rough surface worn by all the earth around it in the mines, there's something really worth a second glance, and I have concluded that everything deserves a second look, or in this case another opportunity.
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