I think this one will fit like a glove

Ah yes,

Good evening all.

I'm fairly new to this blogspot schpiel, so bear with me. I figured, "hey, I can post my real, utmost genuine thoughts on here, compared to the livejournal account I've had for four years, and it'll possibly be read after all!"

I'm going to give being a freelance, non-degree writer a shot for awhile. See where it takes me. I'm panning out my options as of late, for my career move, since I am a grown-up now. Someone once told me that they admired me for the fact that I have so many open doors, so many possibilities, and I'm so optimistic about them all. I never agreed, until after he parted, so now... I should own up to that.

Anyway, here's my latest piece that I jotted down in a ratty notebook I dug out of a box upon unpacking.

Swallowing Rocks
8/12/07

Tears trickle.

"Just answer me one question, please. Why do you want me to stay?"

"Because!" you exclaimed in desperation and honesty, "I will die without you!"

It shocked me.
It honestly did, and I stopped short of gasping, as my eyes grew wide, the size of dirty dinner plates. You looked at me with sad eyes and lost yourself. I lost myself as I knelt next to you, while you were laying on the floor. As if a simultaneous thought were snatched out of the air, we both embrace. The dried theatre blood stained our tears as we sobbed in our revelation. You didn't let go. I didn't let go. It was as simple as that. All you could hear were our quiet and not-so-quiet sobs. It was gut-wrenching, to say the least, for lact of a better adjective.

That was it, what I have wished for. To not be a stranger in my own skin, to hear what I mattered to someone. To have such intense honesty in a long overdue conversation. To finally hear what the definition of this life was. I never want the memory to go away. Never.

Your voice is still ringing in my ears, like the opening chord to a blissful song. I cling to it, and hold on. You have mended my heart, upon it being so broken from an absent, beautiful feeling I once had.

Perspectives have changed from this point on.

And God damn it, when you held my face with your long, slender hands and kissed me, I felt like I was in a different dimensional version of home. My breathing dispersed...

...and then I woke up.

What the hell does that even mean?! He who is mentioned in this piece is my best friend, and that's how it will always be.

I never did get my answer from the one I wrote my heart to on notebook paper. It took so much courage and honesty to do such a thing; come on, my heart was on the line, here. I don't know... who knows what the future may bring.