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FadingObsession

cicatrix manet - The scar remains

"Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own"
Carol Burnett

"Nothing is as common-place as the wish to be remarkable"
William Shakespeare

Never before

Have I seen such beauty
As the beauty reflected thru your eyes

Watching me
Watching you

Trying to breathe
Trying to believe

That such beauty could be reflected
In anyone’s eyes

Watching me
Watching you
Trying to breathe

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-10

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Breathing
Fresh air filling my tired lungs.
Breahing for the first time.
Taking my breaths for you.

Seeing
A new scenery reflecting my bored lenses.
Seeing for the first time
Watching you.

Touching
Unfamiliar senses underneath my fingertips
Touching for the very first time
Finally feeling you

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-10

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Stagnation.
Constant movement to avoid standing still.
Striving towards something.
Something I dont yet know exist.
What is to be found behind these alluring hills?
A deeper valley than the one before?
Another hilltop steeper than the one recently climbed?
Maybe a cabin offering a place o relax?
Stagnation.
Not an alternative anymore.
I keep on climbing.
Striving towards something. Something I don yet know exist.
Hoping o find a place to relax.
If only for the shortest time.

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-10

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Please let me know.
Weather I’m out there on my own.
In the depth.
Searching for a path to lead me home.
Hoping the path guides me safe to your arms.
Dreading there’s no home at all.
Just a bottomless well below.
Devouring the beauty glimpsed.
Before once again alone.
Tell me there’s a path to be found.
Tell me is leading home.
That home is in your embrace and I’m no longer on my own.

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-06

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For you.

The one I am yet to know.

I would dive deep into uncertainty.
Deep into the darkness below.

How come your presence affect me so?

How come I’m not the same when you go?

What is awaiting me down there below?

Will I be able to dive, deep into the darkness below?

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-06

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So distant.
Such length between your face and my touch.
Such yearning to lessen a great divide.
Longing for your skin beneath my fingertips.
Stretching deeper than fingertips can reach.
Deep beneath imperfect words.
In a perfect touch.

Until you feel what I need o portray
Painting your skin like a canvas divine.
Feel the beauty no words ever could convey
The beauty translated by my fingertips on your skin.

So distant.
Such length between your face and my touch.
Such yearning to lessen a great divide.
Longing for your skin beneath my fingertips.
Stretching deeper than fingertips can reach.
Deep beneath imperfect words.
In a perfect touch.

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-06

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Palpable. The beat of loneliness pulsate. Pulsate thru familiar denial. Reminding me of its presence until the company overwhelms.

Palpable. The beat from a heart has empty. Struggling for substance. Beating towards the next. Palpating the beat that’s empty. Reminiscing the subsance thats missing until its emptiness overwhelms.

Palpable. The need for something. Something that’s scarcely not there. Realising the nothingness throbbing. Reminiscing with every beat. Throbbing towards a future when something might pulsate with each palpable beat.

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-06

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Beneath the stains of time the beauty fades.
Fading to no recognition, the edges no longer telling, the substance no longer shows.
The stains is all that is showing. Beneath Is nothing at all.
No beauty no substance revealing.
Just stains painfully coloured by time.

//J

Skrivet av FadingObsession, 2008-01-05

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