Run with me in my perpetual haste. Meander with me in my devious course. Wander with me in my desperate search. Slalom with me through my discordant vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me in my unrequited love. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my divine euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Prostrate

You were my rock, my only one. And I kicked you aside, in my ever-present callousness and overconfidence. Today I had a glimpse of your rejection and your abandon. Just a glimpse. But such a cold came over my heart- that chill of fear I will never forget, my frozen palms- clammy and shivering, even as I write this to you.

Will you ever find it in your heart, in those intense depths, to forgive me, my dear? Will I ever have your blessing again? Will I, if I become a smaller me? Will I, if I turn over a new leaf? Will I, if I go back to simply hovering around you again?

Give me a sign. Hold my hand. I lie prostrate before you and ask... Please take me back. Please...

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