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A Story by Viktorsha

12/8/2010

jumping parallel universes, where did i put my heart?It's a diving rhythm, a ping pong ball, who do i dream about?Sometimes I just want to step outside of the bubble and taste everyone, touch their lips. The leaves outside are falling from the tree branches, being shaken by the wind. I wish there was someone in my bed now to whom I could bring a warm cup of tea and kiss them softly on their forehead. He loves me still, but we can't keep recording the same mixtape three times around, my ears are staring to lose sense,but yes. Yes, sometimes he shined his big heart through my insides, setting my eyes to glow and burst for him like car lights, and at times I miss that comfort. I miss not being afraid to be sentimental and be the one reliant on love and support, but here I am this "laid back" girl who knows that one way or the other it will all be okay, and that's all i can do sometimes. But it still leaves him hungry and I get scared. I get nervous, not knowing , not understanding how to untie my hands, how to love without it being automatic. My head is a desert storm, blowing sand to cover up what's only skin deep. Us, are we skin deep? No, I remember everything, it was nobody's fault,it's still nobody's fault. If I could, I'd drain his oceanic loneliness and I'd draw out what it's like to just be, what it's like to love without trying, without thinking about the future. To love and create together, to love and just be.