Thursday, July 11, 2013

Sigmund Freud



 Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

longing takes over me tonight. it greets me with a kiss and keeps me coming back for more. pillows and stuffed animals turn into makeshift forms of  you. anything to make it feel as though things are back to where i want them to be, anything to have the feeling of you holding me. the art of pretending is my hobby of the night.

i needed to indulge in  the moment while it lasted.
the possibility of this happening again anytime soon was slim.
to hear your steady heartbeat in your ear again....
to have your hand clasping mine....
the soft vibrations in your voice....
the comfort of laying next to you....
i need to dream of you tonight. please.