I may take you to my world,
Where’s there’s no colors,
Just black and white.
Thunder to my soul
And lightning to my heart
Are the words of your goodbye
The tears from my eyes
Makes the rains from my sky
Washing away violently
The memories that within me
With violent winds
Cleaning away everything.
The scent of you.
Is the essence of my soul.
The you, that I need.
In dire need of your aroma.
Without you close by, I die.
An agonizing death.
I’ve never feared missing something.
Or someone so much until.
I felt that I lost them.
There is - No way!
This is destined to be this way.
To look at it differently is to lose reality.
For this is what’s already here.
And thinking of what it was or could be.
Is a thought on the mind of a person with fear.
Take it for the solidness that it holds.
For your thoughts are hallow wishing to be known.
And only you will feed it your time.
Who knows them, but you.
This is what it’s supposed to be.
Deal with this first and never what you wanted it to be.
Nothing stands still and ever so slightly everything moves.
Hair super messy.
As if the wind has been waving.
Though she’s in the room - not outside.
She’s panting with exhaustion.
Definitely, she’s been working hard.
She’s definitely excited.
Though happiness doesn’t seem to be it.
The wind is not there for the hair.
The air is not there for the hugs.
The panting is not from sitting.
She’s been fighting.
Against the suctions of my mind.
Trying to bring me back.
The goodness of your name,
The softness of your speech.
Every morning in your arms,
Like blankets to keep me warm.
The looks of the you in your sleep,
There is so much to admire.
The smoothness of your skin,
Sweetness, you, to look at you – privileged.
like a king in his kingdom.
Beauty so big as the landscape of the world,
Details of beauty everywhere.
In your arms there is the peace I seek.
Love has conquered the air like the lacquer on freshly varnished wood.
A smell so potent that it’s reality is made clear. Invisibly taking over all the space and it’s way of living.
There is no way that love can drown you, really. However, it can be so that it may suffocate you.
I need love to be something. I need it to be potent. For the love that lacks itself becomes the weakness to the itself.
Love that stands strong announces its presence. Like the candles that release it’s magic. While the source is not seen. We know that it is somewhere.
That is the love that shouts in potency. That without it there is also nothing to see. The same as when it was, for to see it, you must first breath it in.
Suffocating in all that it gives.