Yeah, and by da ay I really read his book up side down and started to read from the back pages,
Something, I was like Holy, there sitting, thinking, don´t know exactly about what, and writing. I´m at war, my mind is at war, I´m at war with the words of my book. (The letter that I wanted to write to him O lit) I don´t know what was I thinking when I wrote this Holy... O lit words. If it was love or something else?
At the same time, because it does tell that someone is not doing the right thing. Me or him? One of us or both? Why? But surely because there will be something between both.
Well, something is good. Is it? I´ll have to read the Lady of my Dreams book to know.
Two souls inspired by the beginning of life. Life, so the souls can feel it.
Distant connection
Questions.
Amazing
Half a chapter, only, and there are many and so few. But even at the distance we are starting to know each other better.
Disconnection, we are distant, we can write things on our socials, our rights and wrongs, most of the time our wrongs, we send kisses to the ones and write and say other things like that. Who cares? Does anybody care? Does she? Is she here? So, we can write things but we can´t talk and touch things in a different way as if we were closer and not so distant from each other.
It keeps on going until an wild fire blow, and then someone say, stop kissing me. She says, what happens when a past love, when a new love? These things together makes me nervous. The principle thing is to live the new, the new romance, the new love. And that´s what makes me really nervous. He sends me kisses everyday, not that I don´t like, ´cause I like, I write letters, nervous letters. It´s like a war of thoughts ringing on my mind, a fight, and I fight.
I like to read and write. He writes, whatever, and I don´t know where he writes. Does it make me nervous? Yes, it does. Early in the morning and I´m already awake, drinking my morning coffee and on my Instagram page posting warm mugs to him.
It´s functional, nonfunctional, he´s still at school, learning. Geographically, we are not even at the same school. Mathematically, he will not have his high school graduation. For sure, he is immature, however he does write and do some things. Remembering that day when one become a caress and a kiss, right there where I least expected it, on my lips and face. That day I had to face the demon, the demon that caressed and kissed me with two words. Right and wrong. Yeah, Love You.
Stop it.
Emotional
Questions
I can´t wait to feel the demon, his caresses and kisses. A threat, but I wish and want him.
Luxury
Loneliness
What does it look like?
One
The time for a sandwich
I need you, I need a woman like you.
Connection, therapy, conversation, meditation, exercise.
She is intelligent, cultured, strong, sensitive... Sweet, a beautiful being. Is she? Are you Sophie?
My friend, my companion, my lover, my sweetheart, the Lady of my dreams?
The Holy spirit, the Holy One?
Slow down, I´m almost there.
Relax and let it go.
Time in nature.
Movement
Will you?
Someone makes you cry, you are sitting on a sofa,
you keep crying or you get up from the sofa?
You burn the letter to ashes on the floor or you drink a glass of water to calm down, relax and think?
Beautiful that you´re aware of that. Some words sparks are sill burning on the living room.
22 minutes
Oh Canada
You are a lady, a lady that I like love.
The former, just put it aside.
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