The uprising: episode 41

I feel myself being pulled toward you with a single look.
Your eyes finally catching mine.

My breath catches in my chest.... Heart beating like a drum.
I feel your skin against mine, your hands in my hair, pulling me... Wanting me...
I lose control and let you take me.
Desperate for your touch..

I feel you inside me, your lips on my neck.
My body begins to melt, beads of passion dripping from every pore...
Your hands frantically searching for more skin, more contact...
The heat of your breath against my face, whispering... wanting..
A moan, rising in my chest, my body shivering with pleasure.
The moment takes me...
I feel your hands holding my body to yours, grasping at every inch of me...
I press my lips against yours, kissing you eagerly... taking you with me....

Breakdown, Episode 22

As I sat there in the car, listening to the rain beat down on the hood, I thought about what brought me there.
What was it that made me so weak? So ready to give up on anything that could possibly be........ possible.
Then I remembered you.
You in all your infinite wisdom.
You who stole my heart and returned it shattered, broken. Keeping a few select pieces for yourself.
The hours rolled on.
Eventually the rain stopped pounding on the hood, the distant traffic faded into the night. I sat there until my tears were no more and all emotion had drained from my body.
I can still remember the defeat of it all. Nothing had ever hurt like that, nothing had ever ripped my life apart, taking all splendor and meaning.
I remember those hours now, thankful for the misery.
I know myself deeper than ever. My physical and emotional pain, huddled together in that rainstorm each taking turns, blow after blow.
The sun, rising in the distance, my strength rising with it.
The scar on my heart throbbing from the heat....... basking in its glory.
I will love again.

"Dwell on the wreckage.. as it smolders in the rain, but not me..... Im Alive"

All about me. No really.... it is.

Okay... so here is the first thing you need to know.
Its all about me. As someone who loves to write down random thoughts and inspirations I grow tired of explaining myself. One (of many) things I despise about sites like facebook is that anything you write people give you this response "Are you ok?" "Your not talking about me are you?"
Go away.
I am expressing myself, I am getting things off my chest so they dont rot and fester later in life, smelling like 10 year old garbage.
Maybe it is about you, maybe you pissed me off and I feel like telling the world.
On the other hand.... my projective hand, I enjoy writing everything! I am a geek at heart that needs out!! Generally you may read about my many ideas to write my own screenplay or book of short stories or how I believe that I will survive the first zombie outbreak (and hopefully the second).
I am a geek, therefore I am obsessive.
Enjoy.