Fade Away with Me
My desire. Not your desire. The way I feel when I see something that wakes me up and brings me to life. The feeling of allowing your heart to build, getting out of your own way and allowing yourself to feel.
Finding someone attractive, finding someone sexy on a physical level is only the first stage. Opening your eyes to the little things. When you see something like a girl focused on a book on topics you never expect. Meeting a girl who’s look entices you, only to hear her say words that make your mind light up. “Are you spiritual?”. Something like that wakes a person up to a feeling of desire that shocks them awake. Following her calm energy, the feeling of her being connected to the world. Only to hear her say, “I meditate almost every day.”. Another jolt of an instant realization that there’s something to deeper to that person. But then it disappears, she disappears somewhere into the world. A face that you try to hold in your imagination, a desire that’s never forgotten with an intensity that never leaves. As it fades into the background it becomes the desires you crave and the feeling in the dreams that you wish were real.
Everybody wants to feel desired. The feeling of being the only person in another person’s sight. All these desires are merely speculation, what you wish it could be, it really could happen. Desire that wants you feel something more than the physical. A mix between the physical, the metaphysical, the intellectual and even the spiritual. A feeling like the sun is hitting your skin, the feeling of being alive when you take a deep breath while the wind blows on your skin as you stand in an open field. I’m not one that thinks about love, but a person that thinks about desire.
Desire to me is like falling into a work of fiction, something that drives your imagination to brink of forgetting about reality. We usually don’t know how to describe it, but we surely know how to feel it. No matter how much you share or know about the neurochemistry of the feelings that take you over, in moment it remains a mystery. I want to look into your eyes and say that I want you, but I also want say it, to the depths of your soul and I need you to feel it. Sometimes your desire is so strong you forget the rules that govern seduction and act in a way that may scare them away. Would it not be great if they stayed to find out more about what they fear most, someone seeing them for who they truly are. We know the best part about us but would it not be nice if someone else saw the best parts about us.
Crossing the river of desire and letting go of all of my foolish pride. I don’t want to sleep; I want to be wrapped up in a discussion. A broken heart is an open heart. Read this while you listen to U2, the words that make me say me too, knowing that I want you.
