i want you with all that i possess, and that is nothing.
For all my desires, lust, emotions are belittled before all
the rest. i am just a collection of self serving tasks for
others. Nothing is my own. Body, mind, soul; there are
no boundries. There is nothing left for me. The me that i
am, is what others need me to be. If i were not used by
others i would cease to be. If all are gone, am i here? No.
There is no me.
Yet, when the me i believe to be mine lets it think it is. i
think of you. With fire and passion and all disarray of
thoughts. With life and release all condensed around you.
My star. Then there is the call to others. All disappears
that there was to the emptiness void that is she.
Think of you often, if i could. Then all my thoughts are of
you. But no thoughts shall i have. For all i have is what
others give. Nothing is all i have. So then to you my wish,
i will depart with all i own. And nothing shall bind you to
me and nothing we shall be.
For all my desires, lust, emotions are belittled before all
the rest. i am just a collection of self serving tasks for
others. Nothing is my own. Body, mind, soul; there are
no boundries. There is nothing left for me. The me that i
am, is what others need me to be. If i were not used by
others i would cease to be. If all are gone, am i here? No.
There is no me.
Yet, when the me i believe to be mine lets it think it is. i
think of you. With fire and passion and all disarray of
thoughts. With life and release all condensed around you.
My star. Then there is the call to others. All disappears
that there was to the emptiness void that is she.
Think of you often, if i could. Then all my thoughts are of
you. But no thoughts shall i have. For all i have is what
others give. Nothing is all i have. So then to you my wish,
i will depart with all i own. And nothing shall bind you to
me and nothing we shall be.
