Jeffrey LaCount
The pace at which my heart, soul and mind merge to form thoughts are slow, tedious, yet methodical. The hours of thought can transform into days and can span years, decades for some..
There's a time in my life where all things gather and the swirl of the storm just becomes the breeze that blows against my face.
Men grow and bonds stretch. If the growing is fast and the bond is weak. It'll snap..
The sun rises in the east. Touches your face every morning, before traveling across the Mediterranean towards me.
I have feelings for you that are so deep, the very particles that form an atom reverberate your image.
Stacie: So this weekend I'll be attending a MADD event. Brad: WTF is MADD. Me: Dyslexic Daughters Against Methamphetamines..
I could say I love you which wouldn't be a lie. I, with a girl that loves me and another who wished I would die. Confusion of my heart and illusions of the mind.
When I look at you it's like admiring a star. Being utterly taken away by its twinkle, its luminosity, its afterglow.
The stars in the sky shine due to compressed gasses at distances further then the reaches of the imagination.
Incredible, strong and beautiful are but a small fraction of why <girl> is an amazing person. I would not ignore her or cast her off like some love-charm in the darkness of night.
Your face, the way your cheeks curve towards your jawline. How that jawline connects to your neckline and slowly rolls towards your shoulders.
Most of the time my inner voice screams at the rest of my mind. I just want to scream at the world, just for the world to scream back at me.