You told me you were leaving tonight, but then somehow you were stroking my thighs. And all I could think about was I hope my thighs are soft.You asked me: Do you believe in 100% people?
Do we make everyone we want to be that person?
And I responded:
I do believe in a 100% person, but who really knows until you look at your life at the end. People try to make everyone out to be their 100% person (probably 50-75%) because nobody wants to believe that they're alone in the world. Again, maybe it's just another way to preserve oneself. Most of the time, it's lust, infatuation, companionship, obsession, destruction etc., but in that rare instance (when the planets align) that you find that 100% person, I think it's possible to feel complete.
Are you my 100% man? After this, I don't know, but I have a feeling you may not be.
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My uncle left this morning. When people leave me, even if not permanently, I get distraught. I've always held this fear that people, when they leave, will be gone forever. When I was younger, whenever I would nap I would occasionally be semi-conscious because I would remember the blanket being re-draped over me. However, if I woke up and no one was nearby I would cry because, to me, it would seem like everyone left; I'd feel alone.
I have yet to cry, but I think it will come. I'm counting on it.
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The most beautiful and dreadful sight?
Seeing a white airplane, by itself, against the backdrop of the vast cloud-ful blue sky.
Freedom and abandonment.
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