Sometimes I look up into the vast universe above us and hope that one day I may travel to a stranger world than our own. Where the grass is spun gold and trees are made of ivory and rubies. Where the people are gentler and kinder. Where everything is(more) simple and nothing complicated. Where our love is not looked upon with disdain and hate but with joy and acceptance.
And maybe it's wishful thinking that a world like that could exist. Oh, god, though. Just imagine, my love, a world where we need not hide or cower. No fear of harm coming to us. We could live our lives out so peacefully in that cottage by the sea you're always speaking of, and we'd have five children and a dog. The finest china and silverware. The largest, warmest, and softest bed.
We would never be want for anything. Everything we've ever wished for would be at our disposal.
This is all wishful thinking, of course. I'd like to hope we'd be traveling the stars during our lifetime, exploring foreign words and discovering alien life. It would be exciting, exhilarating but Earth isn't ready for such a life. There's still so much here that must be overcome before Humanity takes its first leap into Further Space.
Perhaps not us nor our children, but our grandchildren or great grandchildren will see worlds we've never dreamed of and live lives unrestricted by laws who told us our love was wrong. And perhaps there would be less tragedy and more hope. (less)
You dont know me but I see you everyday. You come into the coffee shop every morning. Chai Tea Latte is your drink of choice and I remember when it was a White Chocolate Mocha.
You always seem to forget where you put your money and must dig(more) thru your purse looking for your change pouch. You don't remember when I spotted you that fifty cents, then you found it and payed me back, I still have those two quarters.
It has been a few months now and my feelings haven't changed. Those few minutes every morning are the highlight of my day and Monday doesn't follow Friday fast enough.
Your auburn hair is the perfect shade of both red and brown. Your sharp but soft features give you the look of a model that you can take home to mother.
The way you fainted after I gave you the sedative was ever so graceful. Carrying your limp body in my arms made my heart skip a beat, your scent is intoxicating. And having you secured to my table wearing nothing but the restraints is a sight to behold, your body is amazing.
If you wouldn't of ignored my advances this never would of happened.
I tried to make you like me.
But you're just like the others.
That makes me angry.
If you had your ear to the window that night you might have heard the muffled scream as Manos got to work.
He is a perfectionist....
He takes his time....
Everything must be....