Your rapture has overcome me and I feel as if I've lost control. While struggling to maintain my typical day to day routine you triumph my every thought. If I wanted to go out for ice cream I find myself wondering what would be your favorite flavor. I can't focus directly on my own ambitions without speculating what yours may be. I see so much in you and want to push you to your limits of prosperity. I want to spiritually stimulate you and broaden your mind with every voiced perception I speak. I want to cheer you on in all your conquests. The dismiss of my own aspirations frighten me. How can I pursue my own dreams when all I want is to be your dream? How can someone barge into my life and make such an impact in such a short period of time? The conviction that fate has brought you to me makes me apprehensive to what I feel is authentic. With one glance from you my veins expand, amplifying the temperature of my blood. Pulses seize my tremors of sadness and replaces them with an abundance of pleasure each time you speak to me. The moment you separate from the grasp of my reach I feel alone. I've always felt so comfortable on my own and more so preferred to be alone, but now that I've felt the presence of your tranquilizing hold I finally feel the urgency for affection I'd been desiring. I do not want to touch anyone unless that someone is you. My body aches for you when you're gone. I cannot carry on hankering for you as I feel it will destroy my carefully sought out plans that were conjured before you existed to me. I'm elated you'd take such an interest in me and I'm thrilled I can call upon you, but what's to come if my dreams begin to transpire? What if they take me to new places where you do not reside? What if the current volume of attention I receive multiplies? Will you doubt my intentions, my conduct, or even my fidelity? I feel as if I know how you foresee me. Naturally, I doubt what I think I know and convince myself I am only feeling what I want to. What if what I feel is wrong? My mind has been clouded since you became relevant. If you become the message in the glass bottle that was cast in the oceans just for me to find then where does that leave my intentions? Hold me, tell me the answers. I do not believe you could ever tell a lie. Not to me. I think if you did then I would fall to pieces on the spot. I can not keep my composure when you're near. My refinement becomes corrupted as I can not help but come unglued in the presence of you. I hold my breath as you reach for me so that not even my body movement can belittle the touch I yearn to feel. Just the relationship we hold is already moving so rapidly that I want to abruptly put a halt to it. I do not want you to scare me away with the rate of how things are proceeding. I do not want to push you away with my skepticism. Communicate with your hands but let me hear the words your mouth will create. Tell me everything you think and feel. Write the page you want you to be cast on. Reduce your influence on me and my thoughts, as I want to keep most of myself that is apart from you. Remove your spell and let me make my own interpretation of us. Don't let up as I may slip away to never return. How can you keep me if I still want to keep myself? I want you, but I want me more. Can I have both? Take the reigns or let me lead myself. Either way free me of my uncertainty under the hypnotic state you've trapped me in.
Buenos Noches My little chickens.
I'll feed you another night.
