Since October, I have been attending a school in Paris to study french. As usual, interesting things happens between and after…
I stare down at my sushi.
I don’t usually remember my dreams when I wake up, but my dream about you were surreal. They felt more like reality then dreams. I could feel your every touch, your every nudge and your warmth.
I don’t quite like feeling something so real; it felt that the line between reality and dreams…
Are you who you say you are, or, are you what you choose to hide?
I’m feeling the champagne
Flowing through my veins
Alcohol rushing to my brain
I think of him
And how he touches me
Before facing that strange epic phase, and while in the eye of the thunder, one thinks chaos is…
Past the point of no return, the final thresholdWhat warm unspoken secrets will we learn?Beyond the point of no…
When he’s lying next to me, so peaceful and asleep
I’ll think of how great of a man he is.
When he’s holding me at night, my head on his chest
I stand behind this statement 100%.
Looking back on the times of my life that I was very disappointed, it was usually because my expectations were not where they should of been.