Too long to be a text message...lol

I have feelings for you, but I'm not trying to force you to feel a certain way about me. I can only tell you about the pleasure I feel whenever I'm around you and hope that I can master the art of providing you with the same pleasure. You occupy my thoughts all the time. You just make me happy. Cheers to you =). And whether or not we intended to cross that line...I think we have.

Mega

The Prisoner

This white screen and cursor is my only true confidant. It is mildly comforting to know that I can explore my thoughts and feelings without the scrutiny. This place and this white space is my therapy. I must admit that I still feel the pressure of choosing my words wisely in the attempt to censure that which is thought to be inappropriate. It is like I am a prisoner of my own words, thoughts, actions and feelings because I can’t express the real me. I am forced to conceal myself through the slant rhymes and figurative language devices of poetry. The moment I choose to escape this confinement created by the expectations of society, I am considered a rebel. However, the more I try to appease others by compromising my own thoughts and feelings, I lose a part of myself. Not only that, I lose their love and respect. How the hell did I become an antagonist in my own (coming of age story) bildungsroman? I guess the only place a person can be themselves is in solitude. This reminds me of the Twain quote that appears on mugs and decorative ornaments in stores across America: "Dance like no one is watching," because those who are watching, ridicule. "Sing like no one is listening," because those who do compare you to others. "Love like you've never been hurt," because you will experience pain, And "live like it's heaven on Earth," because in reality life is hell.