I wonder how does this happen. How feelings and emotions just stop existing. Leaving you all empty. All alone. All so abandoned. All so wishing for more. For outside this space and outside this time. And it only makes sense with someone else even if you have made your bed, you have made your choice and it is still haunting you.
I wonder wonder now how life is so full and so empty at the same time. I dream of mornings that dont wake me up with longing. Longing for more. Longing for deeper things. For better people. For people who stay. WHo dream. Who wake up next to you and dont want to leave.
People who travel with you accross the oceans. Accross the seas. Accross your own imagination and dreams.
She says after smelling the flowers - I will tell him ----
I am a runner. I wonder if I could. I wonder if I should because its all I long for. Someone to belong to and someone to run far away with.
I make love to you. I make all the dreams come true. I realize how little I know about the fire that you burn. How little do you know about the circus that I grew up at.
And yet -- it is still the hat that fits. For now. The fire is burning.
