Thoughts III.

Hmmm, thinking, mind is racing, thoughts speeding by my like I'm walking in an autocross race.  This crush is weird as fuck, so I called, did what I meant to do during the phone call, yet froze up and had no idea what else to say to her afterward. I feel like such a fucking dork. So, I am not sure, I like talking to her, yet I have no idea what to say. I wish to get to know her better but, I choke as to say.

 

Kyle[Alexander]is out like FILA.

Lifted.

Oh shit, eyes sitting type low, but I live for it. The feeling rips through my body entering my soul in its most purest form. I feel like Usher's in "Love You Gently". It loves me gently, sweeping me in to a  harmonizing state. It just perfect, an un-cloud mind. 

I'm not even sure right now, maybe one day, something. Dorian was right. Yet, women just leave  me speechless.

Kyle[Alexander]Out.