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Click hereit's 11:22 and im that much more closer to you
i search for the reasons why
but when i dont find anything
its like i leave myself high and dry
expecting the hyped illusion in my head
and receiving the reality; wakes in feelings of dread
in turn makes it feel like a personal thing
when it's just a preference
without that personal sting
so i set myself up for pain
wherever i can find it
whether i make it
or take it
im a masochist in my brain
and i admire sunshine
but I remember the rain
this brings me to the question
when are there too many questions?
a teacher once asked me
feeling or logic?
i chose the one that APPEALS to me
feeling, thats what makes me up
But logic is what wakes me up
too much truth can blind ones eyes
it is why we only get glimpses of eachother
as we pass right on by
and maybe it's why we sometimes lie
not everybody is as understanding
not everybody is shy
not everybody can be your best friend
and now i know why
now i know why we cant all share all of our life stories
some of us are understanding
and the others are just pretending
im going to stop myself now
before i become a pretender
no longer will i be blinded by what i fear
the truth shall ring audiable in my ear
and i will be real
You might be real but this piece is unreal. You've fundamental flaws starting with punctuation and capitalization {or its lack in the case of pronouns}. To put it another way, you're limping and haven't even gotten out of the starting gate.