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sometimes i think too much. literally.

by Jacy Moore on Monday, November 1, 2010 at 10:27pm

I wonder if I dove too fast. I wonder if this will last. I wonder, I wonder a lot.

You make me feel capable of conquering planets. As if, I can control destiny. As if, I can do anything. Sometimes, I question myself to the point I forget what I was thinking in the beginning.


I could probably stare at you for hours and never grow tired of it. Then eventually, I’ll have to use the bathroom or eat. Maybe shower too. Well so, I think you are capable of making me feel wonderful. I’m scared, without a doubt, I am really scared. I’m scared of feeling afloat all the time that I’m around you. Forgetting the conscious thought of possibly hitting the ground. Since my soul is far beyond the clouds, free floating in midair, I am without a conscious thought. Perhaps like the negative aspects of crashing and burning in the end scares me. Maybe, it’s me. I think I’m a tad bit more paranoid about us, since I was in such unusual terms with someone who once was dear to me. Don’t get me wrong, I like this. It’s almost as if I am growing to like it more each day. I like the feeling you give me. I hope I give the same feeling too. Since, this feeling should be felt by everyone. It's just that wonderful. It is new, it is revival, and it’s beyond my understanding of any word that I could possibly sum-up.


Because I know what you are thinking.

I have to get use to the idea that this isn’t all about fun and games. I mean, I am dealing with people’s emotions. Emotions that can cause destruction like poorly built landmines. These emotions can burst into happy bubbles as well as sad, upsetting bubbles. I think I’m just use to the idea of what was before you; the idea of being free. However, that’s not the case anymore. I have to put the same amount of effort or even more to make up for such faulty actions I have recently done. I don’t know what to state anymore but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being serious as much as you might think to be otherwise.

Just so you know, I think you are amazing. I do.

To tell you the truth, I was in your seat. I was. I know, even stating what I will be stating is bad, since I’ve been doing it a lot lately. I want to stop doing it too. Hence, I have to recall the past by bringing it to our present for you to understand what I’ve gone through. I keep undermining that this is a beginning; our supposed new beginning. So it does get tiring, doesn’t it? Recalling such supposed happy times of my life which also distraught the very insides of my mentality. Well, the point is… I’ve lost track of the foundation of a relationship. It’s not about being selfish. It’s about meeting in the middle.


Always straight ahead.