My nose is stuffy for reason that are beyond my mental capacity. My eyes are heavy, yet refuse to fall shut and let me slip into a deep and sweet slumber. So I begin to ponder, why am I here? Why have the events in my life occured and why have the results lead to this momentary conclusion?
It is not a complaint, nor is it a complete and total warm welcoming. I often ponder about who will complete me. Who is out there for me, just for me and I am there only for them. Love is a scary word I avoid and search whole heartedly for. Compassion and understanding, trust... and why not throw in some a few common interests. I am desperately searching for you who ever you are. As of now my luck has been failing me. I only find new friends, not that it is a bad thing. But none that I can get close to. None that I can be intimate not only physically, but also mentally.
My demands are not great, but they are not low. I often find myself contradicting what I have stated in terms of what kind of personality I want to discover. Maybe I am too young for this, maybe I still have alot more heart breaking hardships I must endure before I finally slip, trip, fall to the ground only to be picked up by eyes not only beautiful in mines, but also deep and determind with life and its struggles.
Oh how I become so poetic when I write these late night rants. Only to find myself to putting up a flawed guard in the reality of my waking day. I shall try to sleep tonight, I shall try to answer and find reason to my quearies. As for now... my mind is left unkept and unswept. Too tired and too blunt for games. On this quest to find this one person to make me whole, to become my world for I will gladly become theirs. Time is patient... and time is always untimely.
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