push back

Broken everything, I have the time, but do I have the mind?

I feel like it is slipping away… the pressure, the empty

feeling the pressure with no strength of my own to push back

sinking and driting.

Where does my words reach?

heal me

Sad song on repeat

Sad song, on repeat, kept close to my heart,

late nights, I need the rest, feeling ill,

My mind making me ill,

I am close to many, but tonight I’m all alone and tomorrow is to far

Tomorrow may not come, Tonight the night shadows me

 

Night

To tired to care,

darkest before dawn,

search bar: hello?

 

Midnight til dawn

watching the shadows on the wall, waiting for dawn

Is there something wrong with me

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

 

watching the shadows on the wall, waiting for dawn

Is there something wrong with me

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

 

watching the shadows on the wall, waiting for dawn

Is there something wrong with me

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Dawn will come.

Make, Hike, cuddle

I have three real interest to make things, hike adventure and connection. I find that I am on my own with my interest. there are people in this down that like one but not the others.

Reverberation.

It is funny when my world stops I seem to be somehwere adrift. I am trying to find my way into another direction, but out here in the ether I feel the weight of the silence. The quiet that asks me… am I doing something wrong, is it me that is the matter?

Quiet

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

I can’t sleep tonight

 

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

Is there something wrong with me,

It is so quiet out here, not a sound.

love thoughts

She wanted to do what i say, 

I wanted to make her sticky with love,

Feel me hot against her cleavage,

Dripping down, damp clothes, 

My hot mess, my lovely lady.

is this love?

We don’t talk like my friends and i do

we dont laugh

I find them stressful to be arround

I dont feel free. 

Is this love? 

i am a drama lama

I have been trying to sort out my f3elings towards my partner. I think it is good to take it slow and ask one question at a time. Not put too much on them. And not have these questions lingering in my head. 

TToday’s question was how much intimacy/dates is adequate during busy life periods?