With that same feeling, was that once, I injured from me as possible, trying different ways to access all the tumult of emotions that threatened my daily living, becoming a monster in the eyes of those who are near me.
Eventually, discovered the inner and impossible to silence him something I had to find ways unnecessary, some Orthodox and many other, somewhat literal Giving
escape hole for all that feeling.
was at a given time which I discovered that I needed to feel too much to calm down. Strangely it was the sensation of pain that almost was not perceived that slowly, I took out of my slumber, until, awakening from the lethargy experienced by the self-imposed anesthesia to my emotions, I am worthy to notice that the heat was strong, that pain was short-lived, and left traces
.
I'm not proud of it, but I must say. miss the feeling. CHTMis looking for a replacement to bring me the same peace of mind, feeling the breath of the owner of me. And that is not the seductive, cold foil, or metallic taste, nor the powerful beat of known distant, almost volatile. incorporeal, but alive
.
rose Because while everything in itself, and silence reigned, only sound that encompassed the outer journey, was to the rhythmic beating of the heart. A center that I called you a fascinating, inviting you to sleep to the sound of her sweet song. With the liquid feeling running through your senses, and sprucing up your wounds warmth, sedation, mitigating, soothing drowsiness slowly here ... TMLXC
only beg for a loan of longing, that allows you to continue a life that does not want, but you've promised to protect and preserve, as long as someone, you still need.
And that is why I, even I know that, you need me.
But , what will happen to me, when it is no longer so?