nostalgic

craving the fresh, the giddy, the new, the raw. desire for the feeling of new love. my heart loves thinking about it, my brain loves reliving it, my soul loves wanting it, but sadness comes into play, because what I want, what do I have. oh how I love, but its not the giddy one I once felt. I feel it in my mind, my heart, my soul, I'm in it again. all the loves I've loved before. I may be a manic but I am one crazy pisces venus, baby. I am deep, I am raw, I am gentle, I am sweetness, like the first bite of a mango on a wonderful summer day, when the clouds glide through the sky, the sky is the blueist its been since you stepped outside in the wonderland of white. you're laying there. in the grass, its a slow day, but you love every second of it, gently the breeze sways you, and goddammit baby, you're alive.