adoration.

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arollingstonegathersnomoss.

if you plant seeds, they will grow. thoughts are coagulating, forming, growing. 

i need this place to be somewhere i can leave some of the words that are causing a clutter situation in my brain. 

collageofmymind.

saturday morning. 

learning how to use twitter. flipping through "influence". avoiding schoolwork.

thank your lucky stars. molon lave. thick, glossy pages. a tiara sits upside down. "how are you innovative?".

big heart. bigger dreams. 

reflections.

red plastic booth. pages with neat lines, highlighted vocab, and mathematical proofs are shuffled over the dirty tabletop. 

i sip steaming hot tea, shuddering as i feel bits of lemon slide down my throat, but don't care enough to pick them out of the cup.

i'm reading a chapter on "developing intimate relationships".

nowhere does it mention rushed kisses in a secret stairwell, nowhere does it mention that look in your eyes, nowhere does it mention...

you.

seeingthroughshuteyes.

the remnants of the ice-cold bellini courses through my bloodstream. outside, fat flakes fall. mother earth laughs at those who had started wearing flip-flops. downstairs, fish cooks, rice bastes. beside me, steam curls out the top of my tea-cup. messily cut orange slices sit on a dirty cutting board, threatening to stain my white bed sheets with drops of vitamin C. 

i sit here, and i think of you. i think of us. i think of your kisses in the darkness. i think of you pulling me close to me. i think of you touching my face, flashing me a lustful smirk from across the club, grabbing my hand to lead me down the stairs.

fridaynightlights.

you tease me with your illicit stares, suggestive smiles, and mysterious actions. 

in the early hours of saturday morning- while the world was asleep, tossing and turning, we were in the secluded hallway, lit only by a faint red light. we stood across from each other, my eyes daring you to move closer. i would not be the first to move. 

we say a few words, stumble over sentences. and then, as if you couldn't bear the distance between us, stepped forward, grabbed me, and kissed me.

there we stood, bodies joined under the red glow. 

as soon as we pulled apart, it's as if we both can't believe it really happened. could it be i wanted it so badly, i dreamt it?

i pull away, but am unable to subdue the smile that starts to play across my red lips- a smile of fear, nerves, excitement, and lust.