We lye still, the silence roar through the room as a soothing song, two bodies, warm and close, just holding each-others hands, feeling every inch, hearing hearts beat, for just this moment that is all we have, our own private safe world. Aware that there are things to be said, stories to be told and reality to be consumed – when existing together without sharing words its allowed, its approved, just for a short while, borrowed time. Even when so close, minds are miles apart, we both know you have to go, and this time go far, its emotions, but the disappointment is not between us, another person is the one that will kiss you goodbye. One moment captures two individuals, our physical attraction, the silent consent, cause the laughter has died out, and our lust is controlled by distance, even when braided together. I taste your lips, smell you one last time, then I let you go, for now, with all memories burned to mind, I hold you close, hug you with all my empathy, I really don’t feel like letting you go, yet I say that it will all be fine. Seconds become minutes, turn into hours, then days, always on my mind, every single day. It’s hard to let someone go, be the one that breaks away, the one that will not fight, when he touched your heart and you felt like offering him a part.
Our hands braided together as we are lying close, bodies warm, just existing in one moment. Silence roar, the feeling of presence, I feel so safe. We share the same beat, fearless and open; on the top of the world. The kisses are intense and passion plays the role of karma. For one moment in our lives we are one. I close my eyes, accept this as one of our many stories, yet, it is the one I never understood.
The fighting, emotions pouring like a waterfall in the wild, whipping our hearts with words that should make us say goodbye. Give and take, compromise and analyze, the truth behind our outer charm, the anger makes us warm. But then some magic pulls us close together, we look at each-other, promising forever. The only day I hope we will never see, is when I look at you and you just look at me. Four eyes that meet, no emotions running wild, just silence and stare, that would make me really scared. That could be a sign of the end, and when I know I have lost my best friend. So I chose the feisty love, because even though it sounds weird, I know you respect me. We invest, allow the frustration to be set free, and dare to disagree, cause then I know you still invest in me as your love, and we continue together – we glow.
The sound of silence can be the nicest symphony, the one very moment that allows you to let thoughts run through your mind without interruption or words of any kind. Body and soul feels blessed when thoughts run wild, just being able to dream and feel free, not for anyone else to see. Your imagination paint pretty pictures, using colors beyond schemes, creating your own themes. Things you remember as shades of grey can also be black or white, but your imagination can crayon it with sunlight. Your private time where all impressions and meanings make sense, cause you are the writer, editor and reviewer of your intensions and its elegance. Good things becomes greater and are kept as memories, while the sad ones are put to rest, reminding yourself that life is not an outward contest. Challenges are not filed to be forgotten, but they should not lead your every step treating all aspects as suspects. The one who can master the role of forgiveness understands that there are more to life than right or wrong, it shows you are strong. Dreams created in mind, are private and one of a kind. They are there to make sure you keep on pursuing, cause everyone else usually have a meaning – about who you are, what you should and should not do, but dreams are only for you. The beauty is within, and its up to you to invite people in…