I believe... it's the kind of feeling that makes the others pellucid and hard to follow. I wish they would shut up for my only request to the world is hearing your heart beats. I would abandon myself for one moment is bound to holding hands and feeling close without any linking word.Why bother to proove smart, when being in a fascination with courtesy makes you such an idiot?
Who are you dearest? Why can't I remove your deep concerned distracted look from my mind? Must I have developed a dangerous obsession or should it be that no obsession of this intensity has made me more calm? You say "hello" and the world turns upside down.
You are not here, but I can feel you quietly walking on the lobby. You haunt me though you are not entirely a ghost, but a human from another world.
Flattered? You shouldn't. Love is not a way of advertising people in a likable way for the audience. I have no wish in selling my love to you to the uneducated eye. How could I?
I recall the way you take moments to think deeply, you musnn't think of nothing, you're beautiful that way. Sometimes your pupils dilate and I get a closer peek in your soul, simple, quiet, efficient, that's how I see you.
How is your soul by the way: tourmented, contempt, dreaming? I will stop writing about you, there's nothing to be said.Your average, bald sometimes in the future, getting old quietly.I am the one disturbing you from your path with my uncommon, indecent sentences.
So far we had"hello". Afterwards came the acking of not getting to know you.Nontheless it's the same clouds lying above.I hope it will someday to clear my thoughts of you decently... or God it's a quite a socialist beneath.
