RayeS

I don't know what I want, but I want to get away. I don't know where I'm going, but I've lost the urge to stay. Open your arms and I'll come, carry me far from here. Let's make a new path, without malice or fear.

crossing lines, like dotting i's casual moments of natural intimacy yet words are harder to come by feelings difficult to translate it appears as though we've come so far but we're still muddling our way through learning and leaning and searching for lines

Why?                What is this quesy feeling?   Why?                      My heart all squishy,                                   upside down                             topsy turvy feeling .        What now?                                                 I'm crying...                                                                          

    They let me play. It was hard to believe, but they did.  I was an awful player, but they didn't seem to mind too much.  Sure they took every opportunity to make a crack, but they let me play. They might put me in some obscure corner of the field, but they let me play. They even helped me. When I came up to bat Doug would often remind me of how to stand or hold the bat.    Letting me join their game was something they did pretty often, but this was the first time it was a big thing. They knew how bad I was at sports, they could all beat me hands down at basketball.    I thought I had lost my best friend when Charles moved in. That wa

is this obsession real? this love that he feels. have we invited a spook or a spark? can we ever know the true course of a thought, a gaze, a heart? to ask that we stay, to know where we aren't, to permit that he go, my eyes to awake