LiquidSoul's blog: "the cliffs of insanity"

through this lelectric looking glass the limatation is temptation frustration for i cannot touch feel smell breathe your essence. your hair is like a fire burning eternaly your eyes like a deep well full of refreshing water your face is a painting of a lost hope and a future dream to yet be realized by me just me, alone with this glass i don, to see beyond my own little world () the touch is electric the sounds silently whispering Love? or lust no one can fathom the deep desires of men i am man as plain as they come i just don't lie it comes as it comes, i hide my pride inside, never lied to my soul but i lost control of my flame and it consumed desire passion within : i am a slave now a tool for lust trapped by love tingling with anticipation the muse silently watches as my frustration builds

destined for something greater. thats what i felt today. i talked to a couple of friends and realized that everyone feels like there destined for something important, at least once in a while. so the question is what can i do that someone else can't. i guess i am about to find out, or die trying. oh yeah, i like beer.