---Desiring Mysteries---

"If you're going to survive out there, you've really got to know where your towel is." -- Ford Prefect (Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy) (Douglas Adams)

Where do the roots of all things exist?
Do we imagine the pasts we've lived in?
Are the things we believe real?
Or..
Are, we living in fantasies?
I'd like to wander around forever.
Is there something more for me, than this?
I hope so!
I'm trying so hard to change my fate.
I try so hard to mould myself into something else.
But, what though?
I'm not sure sometimes.
I tell myself that the truth cannot be erased.
No matter how hard I've run before.
These fears can't last forever, can they?
Hiding from tears to make us feel safe.
Existance.
Resistance.
I feel like I can't breathe sometimes.
But, he said, and she said...
And, they all say, this and that.
I just want to be safely with him.
I ache for his arms to surround me, each night.
I long; only, for his comfort and protection.
Will I only receive a place in his memories?
Or, is there a part of me, that he keeps closer to his heart?
Do I desire mere mysteries of days gone by?
Old haunts, which remind me of our sweet past.
A deep-rooted emotional bond, which I'll never forget.
Forgive me, I love you too much.
Remember me, please, when you close your eyes.
I always do.
I try to squeeze all of my new moments in.
And, all I have ever really wanted is you.
I hope you know, that this is something true.