I would rather be blind than not see you everyday; I would rather hve no hands than to not touch you; I would rather have no legs than walk with another; I would rather have no heart than feel for something else; I would rather have no brain than to ponder the thought of believing something other than what we have. I would rather, but I dont know if you would…
Now do you believe me when I say I didnt hav to try for romance? I get it without trying yet here I am trying to be on your radar but you didnt give a care. I really dont know how much longer I can wait to feel affection. Yes, I can wait, but I am not as patient as a person that i would like to believe I am. The game pieces are in yout hand, but if you dont play them, I fear I may just have to walk away. This fear is more painful than the action itself.
The best thing about elastic is that the more you push it away, the faster it is to come back to you. The worst thing about humans is that we are not made out of elastic. The more you push me away, the farther I will be from you one day; I need love and affection.
Whether I liked to believe it or not you became a part of me; your love filled me between my lungs, your hatred fueled the passion within my soul, your words became the question to my knowledge, and your ideas the actions I carried out. Whether I liked it or not, I became a part of you.
Graffiti became a contagious but healthy plague that spread in a heartbeat of mass emotions. It was a way to reach the literate and the illiterate, it was a movement of passion driven by the need to openly express ones’ views.