Do you ever feel like you're drawn and attracted to something you should avoid and stay away from in the first place?
Do you ever feel guilt for all those times you felt like you should leave yet you stayed?
Do you ever feel like all the madness and bad actions you've tolerated from a certain someone just won't ever be enough to keep you away?
Because I do.
It's like an andrenaline rush everytime you talk with that certain someone.
It feels like tasting the sweetest desire you've ever had.
It feels like you're killing yourself and yet being more alive than ever.
It feels like shaming everyone around you and denying your own moral values, for that certain someone.
To me it's more like placing myself upon cold winter snow and opening up my hands to catch and taste the snowflakes.
It feels like tasting my favourite candy.
It feels like a cold night by the fireplace.
It feels like letting myself go and being vulnerable.
It feels like getting the warmest hug anyone ever gave you.
It feels like all your sensations tense up, only to fool you once again.
It feels like a surreal touch all over my body.
It feels like danger I don't want to run away from.
It feels like you have a few moments of immortality, even though you know that you will die someday.
It feels like tears building up from awe and flashbacks from another life.
It feels like your body getting cold, and your veins pulsating like they're gonna break.
It feels like tasting life itself.
It feels like the truth that hangs on your tongue and boils in your blood.
It feels like winter, my favourite kind of winter.
And no matter what happens around us
No matter how many emperors and leaders fall
No matter how many wars break out
No matter how many buildings turn to dust
No matter how many people die because of their reckless actions
No matter how many monsters come out of our closets or under our beds
No matter how much evil invades in the world
No matter how many desires makes us corrupt from within
No matter how many winters we encounter
You will always be my favourite kind of winter that will never end, and I will be the soil that you will cover with your snowflakes, because that winter overrules me.
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LuvlySwan86
02:08 Oct 29 2016
I used to know that feeling. Tread carefully dear, that feeling becomes something beyond your worst nightmare if it ends.
Best of luck though.