Just another copy....

So I sit here on my computer contemplating what could be and what has been. Yet my mind wonders with every thought of you. Like a magic carpet ride where the destination is unknown. Soaring high above in the clouds with my feet firmly planted on the ground. The mind and body are detached. I know what I want and am not afraid to make the step towards that direction. Yet I sit here and let the events slowly unfold before me. Take it slow. Again I know what I want, but does he agree? So self conscience about the feelings of others and what they will think. There's a special place deep inside of me yearning to be filled and is slowly filling up. Can it possibly be completely filled, god I would hope so.