>>3007222Fucking hell, I find myself looking at that image for far too long, yet I can't stop. Taking a quick glance arround the whole picture in the breaks of watching one speciffic spot, Yasuna's absolutely beatiful face. And the more I see it, the more of that speciffing feeling in stomach I get, you know which one, I just... I want, I don't know what, even if I could go there, what would I want to do, she is kissing someone, so what I want? I just glare at her, wanting, not wanting anything just wanting. Maybe wanting to see her even more, to be able to never leave that feeling, that state, that... I just... Whst is it in her representation here that makes me so restless, I want to watch, yet I take my glare off her, not staring anywhere for a split of a second, just to return to her, she is like a ruse that I know about, yet can't resist, it lures me in, even though I know that it's no good. How can a simple depiction carry so much for me, how is that I cannot cease to watch, to take that drug of loveliness, to prolong that moment just for a bit more, and a bit more and a bit more... to make it endless. I know what I want now, I want this feeling not to ever end, I want it to continue until the end of everything, even longer, that moment outside of time where the only thing that matters is her, there is no world, no matter, no time, just her on that picture and me, hopelessly chained to it, with no way out now, I cannot stop now, I cannot stop ever, I don't want to stop! Yet I know that I will have to, oh why must all the things end, why is our world such a cruel place, why God made it that way, is there a God, I don't care, I just want to experience that while, however long or short I can do it for, I am going to enjoy every thousandth of a second admiring that pure beauty...
