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koko e oide, kokoro kasaneyou
kimi no toge wo torisatte ageru
"Peaceful? Centering?"
The random guesses I make are the best answers I seem to have right now to finish your statement, though you're like to say the only answer that matters if and when you find the words you want to say. I know that you're like that, always thinking, always pondering, thoughts lost to more thoughts as they come over you in waves, crashing into the sea of those that came before and creating that which becomes you. A mind filled with such thought that even I, myself, would get lost, as I do in my own mind sometimes. But, ah, lost with you is the only place I ever care to be in the first place, so am I ever really "lost" at all? Not while in your care, in your company. Never while with you.
Shivering gently, you keep making me purr with all the little things you do. And if you heard a tiny almost mewing sound.. your ears do not deceive you, my love. I tell you, my sound effects are yours to command as you please. So I'll mew away as long as you wish it. The feel of you, your embrace, your tongue, it moves me, electrifies every ounce of my being, makes me alive. You bring me to life.
Oh, that I could meld into you right now, just be ever closer, to where none could look and tell where the one ends and the other begins. For that matter, oh that we could be unending, as so many feel that time itself can be labeled. If we can be but our own salvation, you as mine as much as I could only want for to be yours, then would I be fully complete. For I will never be complete without keeping you with me, and even should I pass through this life without consequence, without passing, if you are not with me then I am dead inside. I am, only for you. The only one to tame the once misunderstood self that I keep hidden from all but you. I belong to you, my only one, and that is the one thing that will reign constant, being the only me that I shall ever want or know.
toki no hari wo tomeru you na
kuchizuke kawasou
s e n s e . t h e . i l l u s i o n
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