This is spring. For me, for you. For the smokey bars with jazz and sun just ouside the door.
I don't remember how his hands look like. I dodn't remember the details when I feel it. I don't and it scares me. It scares me to the deepest darkest places of my soul.
A little bit of soul-searching. A little bit of sun. A little bit of nothing else matters when the moment is here.
I am not going away. I am staying here. So many years I was believing that if I will stay, people will come to me. Little flaw in the plan - people who come into the life, they also leave... Half around the world to be exact.
Therefore I am left with the spring. With the sun. And that jazzy emotion. The blue feeling. The blues. And mornings where the sun is already up while you are still so sleepy and all you wish is to bring the moment back. Embrace it. Not get scared. Don't run down the stairs so quickly. Hug harder, speak up and don't hide from that sun.
A search. Going to the other side of the emotion. To the other side of that coincidence. And what ifs become so touchable. So real...
Don't dream, don't lean and, don't forget..
On the other side of the sun.
One of these days. One of these lifetimes...
