i need you to name your loveliness. i need you to name your charm. i need your mouth to break the spell of your smile and name your magic.
shock. a pause. holding. waiting in vane for the impossible combination of words that will be able to put my thoughts through. utopic behaviour. the wait in itself is the pause between two sentences, the lapse separating two sips, two bites, two kisses, two blinks, two heart beats, two souls shouting at each other in the void, is silent. but my silence won´t last. hope found support, and it´s now building a delight of a structure over the impossibility of my relentless refusal to pay the price.
hope is missing. a disruption in my innocence. the veil which covered the facts has been ripped off. the shade that protected my sensitivity is shrinking. the pillow where i carefully deposited my dreams is leaking. a massive onslaught of now impossible paths flows from my sadistic memory. was it all a lie? does it matter? i can only pray to be ignorant again, to forget and return. to be wise and accept the conditions of my hope.
by deconstruction i obtain parts. marvelled by the simplicity and beauty of some, complexity fades. then comes the arrogant attempt to find a reason for everything. complexity takes over and rules. the vastness of our containers will never be fully explored. in the time it takes to understand one simple mechanism, a thousand new are spawned. introspection spoils, but sometimes, heals.
hidden. waiting. don't know the reason. just create one to feed the ingenuity of my hope. let's pick this one: something. let's pick another: it's on purpose. let's be real: it's past. my clock is still round, and it keeps repeating the same numbers. past and present mixes.
why are you still here? no promises, no expectations, no projections. but you are still here, working in you representation. building it to my most excentric desires and worst needs. tricking myself into delight. creating an impossibly perfect image, aggravated by time and distance. break loose, get tied, break free, get lost. i want to free the grasp of your disturbing allurement.
time is flowing between my fingers, but i cannot feel its escape. the accumulation of release. the aging of departure. there is a place for memories where you cannot tell the difference between now and then, and when you find out, it's is already then. the shade of the present hides the recent moments to make out the past.
crazy. fighting the gravity in my head, im my eyelids. back and forth, once again, but never this timing, this madness. happy. and a face i will remeber, the gestures, the tenderness, my temptation is naive. my determination, weak. my time window, inexistent. extending myself i will reach,