Eating? Me? I try to.. I was eating a pot-pie a few half-hours ago. It's now cold and has about 1/4 left.
Sleeping, yes, I've been sleeping a lot lately since Thursday.
Let's see, I did a major change on my profile. It's next to the broken link to Cliques, and under the "*v.Diary.v*" section.
I've found two wonderful passages. One is from The Embrace that I found in someone's journal that had a part on her banner.
----'The Embrace'----
I walk alone at night, the wind slowly caressing my face, running itself through my hair. The night is quiet except for the whispers of the trees. The stars dance above to a song only they can hear. The moon follows me as I turn the corner and walk towards the darkness.
Someone is following. Something. I can faintly hear his footsteps, however sporadic and almost non-existent. It's as if he's floating, yet occasionally is dragging his feet. I don't speed up, I don't try to escape. I know he could catch me with a thought. Somehow I know. Instead I keep my pace, allowing him to stalk me, devour me from a distance, watch me.
The distance grows smaller between us. I can almost make out his features in the moonlight shadow. He's wearing a long coat. I see it fly on the sidewalk behind him. Giving into my anticipation, my anxiety, my curiosity, I stop and turn around.
He approaches me slowly, I can make out his clothing. Black as night the sweater underneath the coat clings to him. Black jeans fit him closely, his long coat now visible behind him. As he grows nearer I can make out his face. Angelic, porcelain white skin reflecting in the light of the moon. His lips, God those lips I suddenly crave for. His eyes, fixated on my stare, almost a jade-like green. Old eyes, ancient eyes, beautiful eyes. He's reading my mind I think, I can't turn away. Locked in his eyes, the night ocean I see in them.
He's reached me now, slowly, gently bringing his hand up to my face. The back of his hand makes contact with my cheek and I almost shutter at the touch. Slowly he strokes the side of my face, my eyes still lost in his. He turns his hand over and gently lifts my chin while bringing his beautiful lips closer to mine. I long to taste him, lost all control and defenses against him. My mouth opens in anticipation of his, those beautiful lips now connected to mine. Cold, yet full of passion, our tongues dance, intertwine, searching each other, tasting each other, comforting each other.
He breaks away. My tongue aches for him, my body longs for him. Mesmerized beyond belief. I feel his cold hand move towards the back of my neck and I melt, almost unable to stand. His other arm comes around behind my back to hold me, sensing I may crumble at any moment. Instinct tells me to lay my head back. His long nails caressing the back of my neck, firmly keeping me in place with his other arm, he lowers those incredible lips to my neck. I almost cry out, screaming in my mind, begging him to end this torture. Let me have you I hear in my head. I look up at the stars, who have seemed to stop their dance and are watching ours. You know I'm yours I reply in the back of my mind.
I feel his lips on my neck, small, meaningful placement below my ear, his lips, his tongue, devouring me, preparing me, taunting me, teasing me.
Please I hear myself projecting in my mind, and he waits no longer. I feel his bite, his teeth making their mark in my neck, and I'm instantly trapped. I lean back into it, knowing, trusting he has me, enjoying him taking me. I feel myself get lighter and lighter as he takes everything in me, everything that is me. I feel his hand grow warm on the back of my neck as he devours me. I can't move, I can't breathe, my mind is completely blank, except fixated on the feeling of him slowly draining me of life.
He stops short of killing me, bringing his bright red blood stained lips to my face, kissing me one more time. I taste the blood on his tongue, I crave it, I long for it, I beg for it. He answers my desires with a quick bite on his own tongue. The kiss, now connecting us beyond all earthly connections. I taste his blood in my mouth, devour it, consume it, my tongue moving around his mouth wanting it all. I hear him more clearly in my mind, I feel him more strongly than before. His presence, his essence, all he is now is me. All I am now is him.
He pulls away from me, I whimper slightly at his departure, fixated on those eyes yet again. They call to me, beg for me, plead for me. Forever, I am yours I reply to the unanswered question. He takes my hand and we set off into the dark night.
----'Back-To-The-Entry'----
^_^ I really like that. lol It's spiffy. @_@ So sensual and full of greatness.
Next is an article my English Teacher read to me. It struck me so suddenly that I can't get the words of it out of my mind. Here it is.
----'Infatuation or Love?'----
Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling to another.
Love is a friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and places about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is quiet understanding and the mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his/her presence even when he/she is away. Miles do not separate you. You want him/her nearer, but near or far, you know he/she is yours and you can wait.
Infatuation says, "We must get married right away! I can't risk losing you!"
Love says, "Be patient. Do not panic. Plan your future with confidence."
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. If you are honest, you can admit it is difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end ---- in intimacy.
Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. When he/she is away you wonder if he/she is cheating. Sometimes you check.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. Your beloved feels that also and that makes them even more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret later, but love never will.
Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up.
It makes you a better person.
----'End.'----
Think about it.
Ja~
~Owari~