Disclaimer: I don't own him! *sob*
This is a quiet spot. It over looks many towns, a forest, the distant sea.
The sun setting leaves an array of colours sparkling, shimmering, changing the world below to a golden offset. How they would see the delight. To see a beautiful display of light and colour. Something so meanless, so mudane to fill their hearts with joy.
I see them down there, sat together hands held, the touching of their lips. How they hold eachother, move closer, never wanting to leave.
They touch their lips again, eyes closed, their emotions a messy twist of pleasure and passion.
How often have I wondered what it would be like to experience this? How the touch of another would stir an affection. How it feels to be close to someone. To be needed on an emotional level.
What is it to desire to be with someone? What does being held so close you can feel their heart beating mean to them?
Why do people find it hard to say ' I love you'?
What is it like to go weak in the knees when faced with the one you truely desire?
After a hard day, to come back and be greeted. To have your emotional hurt soothed and healed? To be lifted when your down. To be comforted. If I cry, will you cry too?
To be special, to be needed, to be wanted.... To be loved?
To, desire, to need, to want, to love?
How does it feel to crave the touch of another? To miss them?
What is it to Cherish, then lose? To have loved and then lost? To see them in the hands of another. To see them slip into the clutches of death. To mourn?
How is it to depend on someone? Need them? Be rejected by them? For your life to stop, except for the existance of this one other being. Your life, your dreams, your future depending on them feeling the same.
I think about this a lot.
This is why I love being a mazoku.
This is a quiet spot. It over looks many towns, a forest, the distant sea.
The sun setting leaves an array of colours sparkling, shimmering, changing the world below to a golden offset. How they would see the delight. To see a beautiful display of light and colour. Something so meanless, so mudane to fill their hearts with joy.
I see them down there, sat together hands held, the touching of their lips. How they hold eachother, move closer, never wanting to leave.
They touch their lips again, eyes closed, their emotions a messy twist of pleasure and passion.
How often have I wondered what it would be like to experience this? How the touch of another would stir an affection. How it feels to be close to someone. To be needed on an emotional level.
What is it to desire to be with someone? What does being held so close you can feel their heart beating mean to them?
Why do people find it hard to say ' I love you'?
What is it like to go weak in the knees when faced with the one you truely desire?
After a hard day, to come back and be greeted. To have your emotional hurt soothed and healed? To be lifted when your down. To be comforted. If I cry, will you cry too?
To be special, to be needed, to be wanted.... To be loved?
To, desire, to need, to want, to love?
How does it feel to crave the touch of another? To miss them?
What is it to Cherish, then lose? To have loved and then lost? To see them in the hands of another. To see them slip into the clutches of death. To mourn?
How is it to depend on someone? Need them? Be rejected by them? For your life to stop, except for the existance of this one other being. Your life, your dreams, your future depending on them feeling the same.
I think about this a lot.
This is why I love being a mazoku.