sing again.

a life packed full of mindless joy
it is not easy to enjoy

and all of a sudden, it was like a barrage. a tidal wave of sentiments and longing, desperation and longing and longing desperation poured out of my mouth and in torrents cascaded down my chest and trickled to the soles of my feet.

and it was nice to feel important for mere moments, to feel desire and to feel desired. and it was fucking fantastic to hear the silence marred and broken by the steady rhythm of heartbeats and labored, heavy breathing.

and i don't feel as if i should be ashamed for wanting something inconsequential. for wanting the delicacy of lipsandfingertipsandpleasure.

i'm eighteen and confused and lonesome.

and i just want to feel important to somebody. even once. just for one night.

and i think i was.