I think I have to slow down now. The trickle was starting to flow a little faster, if I didnβt stop it now itβd become a creek, then a stream, a river, a full blown waterfall into an ocean that Iβm not ready for. As much as itβs my favorite place, I am afraid of the ocean; I canβt see the bottom, if I drown there is nobody out there to save me, I donβt know what is out there or what it contains and like this with you I am scared. So Iβd rather ignore the fact that I donβt drink, and drown myself in the bottle of tequila thatβs been in the back of my car since I left home and get lost in a stranger than lose myself in the ocean that you are and never find my way out. I canβt help but realize that the way that I communicate can be misleading. It makes it seem like Iβve fallen further than the few feet off of the swing set I was on last night and more like the cliffs I jumped off of last weekend so Iβm sorry. Itβs just that the sunsets I am in love with are calculable, a simple question into Google and there is my answer. 7:47 pm it will set and at 6:09 am we will once again be reunited. You are not that simple, knowing you is like trying to know my wormhole theory, incalculable until tested. Not able to be tested until the timing is right and everything is lined up. Iβve always been in love with a challenge and a chance for growth, but timing has never been on my side, I still canβt figure out if the time given for a sunrise is the time the sun will have fully risen, or just begun. So I have begun to induratize once again. Thatβs your word of the day, it is the manifestation of hardening oneβs heart. It doesnβt mean Iβve chosen to numb myself to how I feel for you, it means Iβm not sure how I feel. I am simply being protective and preventing a waterfall until youβre ready to take away the boulder I placed down to stop the trickle, and to finally let it flow.
Will you let it flow? (via the-homie-sexual)
