iakiki85

Sometimes I want to stay dreaming. To forget the rest of it. And I wonder if that kills the possibility of growth. If that changes who I am or breaks me. Sometimes I dream of trees of blue skies and open spaces and forget where I am, what I'm doing.

It's like a dream, a single touch to a pond, and everything changes from crystal clarity to ripples. In that instance, that moment, everything becomes blurred, that instantaneous drop seems to forever change the landscape and I miss the clarity.  I glance at the clock, a minute passed, a second, I hope he doesn't see that every moment is strenuous. My breathing is not labored, exactly, but I feel my pulse quicken and try to believe that the foundation covers the blush and heat coming from inside me. And it's always this way, a slight smile, a glance, a movement in just the right way, just the barest graze of skin on skin and it's a hook to