I love the way

the way your eyes follow me ...
I feel them

the way my eyes find you in the middle of the crowd ...
You call me

kiss me
on my neck

uncontrollable ...
stronger than the both of us

till the moon becomes the sun ...
and the sun begets the moon

something surround us

I’m going to hurt my heart
ain’t I?

thoughts, perceptions and time
with you

my eyes are blue
what about yours?

2 forces of nature ...

here ...

here is the key ...

and here is my heart ...

suddenly

suddenly i’m proud of all that i am

sad, happy, loud, silent, sarcastic, innocent, wrong, right (fell free to hadd stuff here) …

all the little things that make up who I am
all that is my universe
I wear it around my neck, parade it on my chest
I keep my chin up high

relinquish

3. To let go; surrender



re·lin·quished, re·lin·quish·ing, re·lin·quish·es

i want to be ...

i want to be sand under your towel ...
i want to be sun touching your skin ...
i want to be water surrounding your body...

be

be wind beneath my wings ...
be warmth on my skin ...
be love in my heart ...

be ...

no sense

I’ve come to the point were I’m scared of loving people too much, of spoiling them, of chasing them away …
And that makes no sense to me …

...

I’m your guardian angel, trust in me …

The world is mine

Well … I still believe in the concept of you, of a partner … and that you are out there somewhere …

How couldn’t I ?
It seems that I’m hopelessly romantic so … what can I do but give in to it? I’m not able to give up believing. Despite of all sorrow I keep on living, no risk no gain, right?
I have to, I have to believe in romance otherwise what’s the point?
What’s the point of all this beautiful world/life if there’s not also a “you” running around for me, to share with?

(I’m not saying that it’s all pink, that it’s all easy, I hope not, otherwise what would be the fun?)

So … I get up, pack my sorrow and move on …
The world is mine ...