Born into a world where love conquers, we aspire to be the object of another’s affection - a bastion of hope and solace in someone else’s dreams. When the stress of life has worn me thin and I close my eyes at night to rest, I picture myself staring into your eyes where, in that moment, I become lost in your beauty and the complexity of a soul that speaks to my quest for love everlasting. While mental pictures painted of you while I’m without sight are calming, the truth is I’m kept awake with a burdened conscience because I can't control fate. We build these pictures in our minds in hopes of bliss, but sometimes dreams are just meant to be dreams unrequited and not the realities we seek. So here I lay, eyes closed and thinking about you, still. “I don’t know what to do,” is what I tell myself as I wrestle over thoughts and ideas I will probably talk myself out of soon. I don’t know if I’m good enough for you. I don’t know if you feel the same about me. I don't know ...
Follow the thoughts of a wonderluster on his search for meaning and the discovery of his place in the world around him. Whether spontaneous or contrived, we think about things all the time; but, too often our thoughts fall to waste as we jump from one moment to the next. // what makes you wonder?