Jan 28, 2015

And so it is...

The first time you see someone, really see someone, something you never saw before,not until that one time, when both of you lock eyes and you kiss.
Its a piece of magic, and its like that song "i feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes"
And thats when you know, you fucking know that you will feel something and it scares the crap out of you, and you want to run, you want out, but you take another step. You step closer, you intensify that kiss and you find yourself naked. Words are now a danger, every touch is a feeling of chaos inside and out and sends ripples of pleasure and pain. 
Running now would be excused, you be back to feeling nothing - the glorious nothing. 

And you fucking run, like a bunny hopping over a meadow, you run, like you were chased by wolves  and you wake up in the darkest and most quiet places, in your own nothingness and you cry loud because no one can ever hear you here.

1 comment:

  1. Rusa inte för rädslan. Rusa för att det inte känns rätt, för att du inte vill mer, för att du letar något annat. Men rusa inte för rädslan. Stanna. Stå kvar.