Do I sound desperate?

I realize that desperation is what I sound like. Ah but I don't really care what it does sound like. I just needed to talk. I needed to say things that were itching to get out. And today, had I seen I would have spoken. I was wandering and could have bumped. Never really knowing who it was until too late.

Oddness would have followed but it would have been worth all the racing nerves. But knowing you that would never have happened. Not one step.

Oh well. The exhale begins and the mind screams the wants but drowns out the needs. So much change and yet no steps forward. But I don't let that get me down. I hold free the mights, the maybes and all that can be traced to possibilities.

I can't allow myself a form of negativity in the aspect of what I want, need. Today it was seriously a need to just accidently bump but I wouldn't have paid much attention. I would have just kept on moving in my determination of finding the one thing I have craved for days. Something sweet.

Yet I can not seem to make myself believe that is the true cravings. I just couldn't even begin to eat the sweets I had chose. For they were all too sweet.

Indeed the truth in the matter was the craving I had was to knock myself into you today. That is silly. That is actually probably stupid. But honesty is key, yes?

In making it freely known I feel better. I won't erase what I have said. I just leave it where it needs to be. Said. Here. Spoken.

So read and enjoy. Because the mind pours down many images that I can find to say dang.

I laugh. Then I hope. But very patiently.