[~baby~doll~]

Mystic things and fantasy things and concerning things. Each one clouds me in a different way and makes me feel something sweet and bitter. The ideas carry me into another world lived inside my passions and desires. I taste and feel sensations only the hands of love can find.
my heart beats a bit faster and the blood rushes through my veins. The pulse in my temples becomes apparent.
Do i yield my all to my fantasy? Do i allow my soul to be nurtured by the mystic?
Do i let concerns carry me to a simple places.
my mind is a swirl of thoughts much like a whirlpool pulling me downward into myself.