Beyond Normal Conception

I approached my house and still felt frozen. Sliding down the icy slope onto my sidewalk things seemed out of its normal realm. The shades to my bedroom window are normally left down, appearing as if someone was home. Liking to know what lies around or invading my surroundings, the lights plugged in are left on; symbolizing that I'm not even home. Oddly though my normal conceptions that I'm home. Tonight going through the trap door my senses became alarmingly aware. Creeping down the cellar doors my feet barely touched the basement steps. I left everything that would incriminate me downstairs in the basement; leaving anything traceable or track able in a plastic bag, I headed upstairs. I always cover the tracks; hunting, the prey. Once I was the prey now my predators becoming the snack. Creeping up my stairs my ears perked up. I was listening for any noises or sounds coming from the master bedroom. Waking them up would cause to much confusion and chaos, necessary for diversions but unnecessary in my venture and impeding that would cause more casualties and more hurt. The room next to the master’s door was sure to be closed. Not locked but shut. The room dweller was sure to be sleeping. If not knocked, then shushed. Here comes the room raiding sequence...

Quietly cracking open the door to the hallway an eerie silent hush came across me. Without any squeaks’ of a bed board or box spring or cracks in my basement stairs, I left the door to my basement slightly ajar and made my move into the hallway. Opening my bedroom door was simple. I turned the door knob and the preferences and settings ceased. The plot commenced and my senses and moods all pointed to the dude, no man in my bed. Feeling his one eye on me that stays open even while he sleeps; I knew he was in a different state of mind. His layer was attracted peacefully and humble, how could he ever be so mean. How could he hurt and make others deal what he was once dealt. His one eye open was a sign of his lack of trust and after watching him for awhile, the way he tossed and turned made up the explanation of why he's always in a rush. Uncomfortable when sleeping alone and that may be tonight’s only plus. Him lying there asleep on his job, I believed that he was work, a job that would pass on, like all the rest.

Never fully understanding what is best for the situation, nor for the people. My house becomes a tranquilly.

State or confine to release inhibitions and fears. A place of stability to regain confidence and plant the

seeds of pride and prestige. Nothing changed. Everything got different. No feelings became a lie told to

believe I have no soul.

Feelings becoming much stronger than ever emotionally quaffed from the different emotional weathers make this obstacle wetter; making life easier to slip on. Yet with nothing wet and with nothing between us but space and opportunity I stand over the futon above you. I placed my hand on your waist and shook you twice. "Wake up!!!"

I awoke with tears on my face. Fully opening both eyes I notice a shadowy silhouette inside of my window. The figure was inside of my room. I got up and closed the blinds. I turned off the light. Handed her a towel and took away her knife.

"You're back early; it must have been a slow night. Lay your head down, your safe now. No more outside influences or voices on your watch, now you’re on my time".

You've got to be able to take the good and the bad and throw them away... Love has no connotation it just has feeling, bearing that love and those feelings through your lovers up and downs. Normal conceptions, that is not so normal especially when it's your heart out on the table. Being able to hold that person and console them even when you know what they are doing is harmful. Forcing and commanding, dictating and becoming demanding but only when they need that; when the switch needs to be turned off. Laying down n' talking sideways, rubbing away her nightmares’, wrapping onto my back. You're head and my heart beating to the same track. You can call me crazy because I've been called that. I want to love insanely and know I'm going to receive crazy love back...