My heart beats, but without thought...traced in the upbringing of saddness I cannot stand. Person born to reep the understanding of emotion, bitter to the coldness without his warmth. The eyes, canatonic to his own tears of this morbid reality. Laying back in his chair, staring into the light, blinding him of any feeling, trying to wake up from the nightmare. His soul trapped from the utopia he always dreamed upon the stars of heavens. Dreams of which haunt him, the days in which feel like a lifetime of slow death. Yet somehow, his legs stay strong, and his heart keeps moving. For his wishes are his sanctuary, his food for life hungers his path for love, hoping that the day will come, in which he can share a lifetime of eternal happiness with that one and only...special someone.

Just something I spewed out... I know one thing however. I never took for granted the feeling of touching a womens soft skin. I miss the little things.

Don't take things like this for granted...because life is so short, and not a day goes by for me...that I don't think about such things. Hopefully and soon, I can live such a thing, and wonder about it no more.

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My New Car!! Cardomain!

"Be Mindful of The Future, But Not At The Expense of The Moment"

"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser"