how very interesting. . . I saw again, last night, the images that haunt me. . . only it wasn't the tree, it was simply my room at night, but I saw it in "that" fashion. I could see it's very . . .whatever that is. . . moving, being. and I knew that with a little practice I could change it, but for now I just want to watch. . . I will have to endevor to be more attentive.
amazing how a small gesture, the tone in the end of a word, the implication of a mostly harmless touch can mean so much. It was the simplest of things. a single touch made for no other reason than to make a design plan and for one single moment I felt like I was truely beautiful. It wasn't attraction, it wasn't hormones, it wasn't that lusting passion that makes lude comments, It was simple, pure, admiration. hands running over the hips for no other reason than to make a point.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004