“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’”—Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via blonde-buddha)
“What I would give to feel
your arms wrapped around me -
to be completely enveloped
in the presence of you.
What I would give to have your
hands make me forget all of my
tomorrow’s, and your mouth
swallow all of my cries.
What I would give to know I’m
in danger of giving you my all,
unlocking and opening every door
and inviting you in…into me.
What I would give…
What I would give…to know you.”—sw (ms-woodsworld)
I posted something earlier and deleted it within the hour.. I’m wondering if this blog is a place for anything truly personal.
I’m no tastefully cultured poet, I’m not overflowing with profound pieces of advice that’ll change the world. I don’t plan to impress you. I don’t know if half of what I write down makes sense.. But it’s what I do constantly.
I have countless journals I pour myself into every day.
I’m feeling inspired. I feel like sharing. I feel like drawing back the curtains to the windows of my mind and letting in some light. Letting you peek inside.
Not to say that anybody would give a shit, but I’m going with this compelling feeling.
I like the idea of followers. Much more than starting over. I feel like I’m talking to an audience rather than an empty room.