mystic_savage

That half edge of something almost sexual-- a yearning--to feel more focused in fantasy than in reality, to live another life in the moments before sleep, to tell yourself stories so vivid you stumble around in your day life with no energy for it. To feel homesick for a place you've never been to. To feel known only by people you don't know. To be flayed open by a single glance and consumed by that which you would consume. Sometimes you don't want sense made of your senses. TC