I constantly listen and learn

To books

To conversations

To friends

To foes

I cannot let my ears stop listening

For my eyes are not as good as they should be

At home, I hear my mom talking to my sister.

"Tell Stellar to come and have dinner."

"Hey, Stell-"

"I know! I heard!"

I wish I could say that I am a better listener then talker

But I am still working on that.

My thoughts;

A guilty and comfortable place.

Where to imagine;

Dreaming big,

Under stars of my own

Creation.

New constellations form-

His star's connected to hers.

Where what I wish to happen:

Happens.

Where I sometimes later

Do not know:

What is real?

What is imaginative?

It all collides.

I'm an observer

I look and look and look

At their faces

Into their eyes

Perhaps into their soul

Sometimes it makes people uncomfortable but I can't help it

There's no way to stop my gazing eyes

I am unable to control my heart.

My brain is constantly scolding my body for losing myself in temptation and searching for love

Or is it lust?

While my heart has no eyes

I have eyes for you

And I'm falling in love with your words and your promises which always seem to break the same way my heart does but I still love to hear you talk

And although it's broken you're all my heart has ever known so I guess I'll just be here to always listen

Driving. Oh the horror of it.

I have serious problems not in driving a car but in steering it.

You see I am a confirmed biker having owned and ridden most things from a tiny Honda C90 Super Sport to a Guzzi to a VMax beast and I have no issues with motorbikes apart from those ponderous Gold Wing things that are so heavy.

Anyway, I passed my test easily and obtained my full license many moons ago, long before power steering came into the mix. And at first I had no problems in driving cars but, several years ago I got the steering wobbles and from that moment onwards I couldn't keep the car travelling in an exact straight line.

It's sort of like a pro golfer who wins everything and is a big star, but then starts mis hitting off the tee, is it shanking they call it? And they have to see a swing doctor to put it right.

It's like that, only steering a car!

I mean, I don't mind it personally, but any passengers in the car suddenly start staring nervously and eyeing the door handles!

My laptop is old. Not terribly so; but it isn't anything like a brand new, just-off-the-shelf device, either. It's slow and can't hold a charge, and must always be plugged in when in use. Google Chrome takes two tries just to get the windows to load and open when you start the laptop up. New windows take at least a minute to open up to the new tab screen. I wish I could control it; perhaps make the laptop faster, more reliable, or just simply newer. It would save some valuable time in the day!

I'm utterly unable o control my passion. I have it for only a handful of things in my life. One of them is my love for another. When I look at him I get warm an have a sudden yearning to please him I the fullest extent with every fiber in my body. He is my strength which provides the driving force for such passions that I have.