You know my subconscious from times that I can't recall. I remember calling you while I was high but not the content of our conversations. I was sleep walking, and sleep talking. I met you many times in all states, I was full bliss, young and blur. You were silent, the way you remain until now, still like water that is contained and beautiful like any reflection of the sun in ether.

This silence makes me wonder what you know about me that I am not aware of. Do you know those secrets that I keep from you? And do I keep them away from you when you know my nature? Desire built in instalments during a decade kept in silence on your side and exposed and on display on mine. I was young, I am still young but now we are together. A pair of fools in a solid balcony pretending this is endless, if it is then why not melting together?