08.Oct.2015

Ask me to stay so I can make you as unhappy as I did myself before, I kiss your lips for the first time -or the lack of them as you said afterwards- but it wasn’t about that or about the two or three times that we had met before. I wish I could offer you a future or a present, I wish I didn’t feel so empty and that I actually had something to tell you. I sit there, waiting for your rhythm like I did before. I want you because I saw you and you called my attention but I know that I’ve been running away from myself and that offering you a hand will be only to distract myself and keep on pushing away all the stuff that I should have fixed a long time ago. I find you inspirational, rather tender, you came across as a piece of wood and the weeks and circumstances made you turn into a feather. I keep in contact, knowing perhaps that the impossible is the only possible here and that we will always have that uncomfortable moment where you took your clothes off and you offered me a vision of perfection. I don’t mind that today I should be caring about all the past relations. I do not mind that today I leave and it is not just you whom I might never seen again but it is my past and present. How can you be so much in my mind if it comes to the surface that the minutes that we shared today might not return ever?

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