#bleedingrose

resting his head oh his boyfriend whos trying to do his job

–John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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I will never forget the astonishment I felt after looking into forever. The quiet and yet busy night, feeling the wind caress my face with the warm brush of each of the gust’s fingers frolicking around it and dancing with my hair. Never have I felt so alone and yet so sought after, being flooded with company along with nothing but my thoughts and wishes in the vast open sky above me leading towards the heavens. I failed to see anyone around or in sight, but the glistening, twinkling, blinking eyes in the darkness made me feel like the world could see me drop that immeasurable feeling of loneliness. Watching the clouds rolling along on that pitch black canvas grew my state of mind into peace, so much that I wasn’t only weightless, I merged with the wind and became one leaving the sand below me the soft cold sand having only footsteps left of my past existence and becoming the force that held up everyone’s world.being mesmerized by the warm, flickering,frolicking and dancing touch that was like an unspoken secret love that soon turned from touching to holding. A sharp, bitter, icy kiss catches my attention and pulls me out of my trance and Rose my skin from its normal state with hairs standing on end and goosebumps surrounding my whole body. Lovingly cracking a smile whilst gazing into the never ending abyss that has become the fusing of sky and ocean, no beginning or end to tell of. The glimmering reflection of the sky’s millions of winking, twinkling. eyes makes me feel no fear but a sense safety and wonder growing by the minute, as if reminiscing with the moon all those nights illuminating my path evading the lead to pure darkness so I won’t be afraid as well as concealing my sorrow by hiding my tears from showing so the world won’t see or hear me. With every phase of the passing moon had it’s like we watched each other grow, I listen to the rolling, crashing call of the waves, with its soothing voice it draws me closer and closer, with an almost lifting motion, like a trio of sirens luring ships in to their doom in the cimmerian shade that is the night. Suddenly feeling the piercing, cold, sharp bite of the ocean water with a numbing nibbling sensation growing into a dull pain up my legs ever so slowly. The rush of feeling the tides bring as if attempting to cradle my body in its midst, the feeling of the ocean spray as it feels like an invitation into an illimitable, unbounded, deep plunge into the unknown. Penetrating a different realm where the water is no longer an ocean, but a plain of thought and non existence, my body takes the needles’ stinging, acrimonious short lived pain while it adjusts and adapts to its feeling as a sign of compliance to the manifestation that has become this body of life where anything is possible. Springing out from the depths of twilight, I fill my lungs with a deep breath not knowing how long My breath was held beneath the exteriority, I laugh the vivaciously, cheerfully, wholeheartedly before realizing my true loneliness on the inside. This whole time only talking to, conversing, confiding and sharing my deepest thoughts about my feelings in life along with my secret desires to both a pale, motionless, unresponsive, thoughtless bal.....beautiful, illuminating, immaculate, vibrantly gleaming face and millions upon millions of of eyes that can’t hear me leaving me wishing they could to feel what I feel to see as I see. Yet if they could, what would they say?

containment breach

i just know he is like 200 lbs

— Marco Polani