a one last drop of words for you .

because now i know you will know where to read my consciousness up in the air.
i will none the less be unfair, because you are being so right to me, and it's not today the day that i'll start filtrating my words, i am way too wacko to do such thing. a weekend like this, i must have looked bored at this cocktail soiree but i was not, sometimes i make a move on my own, unexpected, without really a clue my night could go wrong or right .. but i love these nights where you get so deep in the space inside . but you look out for those people you have just met because your instinct tells you they will be in it for the long run, for when you leave, and come back you will smile together and still laugh and drop in your head, there will always be there for ever. maybe not . but i am tired maybe . my mind is so awake, as soon as i got back into petra's castle for the hard clouded kids grown ups, i see she hasn't slept yet , an dif she doesn't the brain tells the heartt it fell in pain , mis-drained... so i tell her to go .. sleep. i will stay up and pack and clean, and i know i will look like i have gone back into my 18th birthday's rave party tomorrow, but all the stuff is no wready to go down the stairs, for yard in sale. tomorrow sunday , le jour du seigneur, an di shal take it off to pray thy clouds turning grey in a constant movement because couch surfing is a story, to couchsurf under rain fall is always crazy.
but you get use to crazy, more like you see crazy , and non je ne vais pas me detourner de mes obstacles in everyday.
tonight , i felt release after i talk to the one i heard you say you were too soon to run away. and i know i can be more then fast into suceptibility ( is it really a word) but i react always faster then the running rabbit. oui oui oui .vrai il dit.

people are right when they say it takes times and words, and tralalalalala to get to know someone, il y a l'envie de savoir, et aussi la peur de ne pas percevoir ce qu'on a deja reve en ces amours passes.
but i think we both have the eyes of the tiger you tought i shall say .
l'oeil de l'idolatrie, comme dans ces chansons in all those melody that drove the pirates crazy when they heard mermaids inside , perfect illusion desire insane you will not reach. but i know it's not always so easy but i saw us hands in hands looking a little further, then those parc we see in the greater toronto, cafes and paves i waited for but there is another picture wild to see. and i want to taste the feeling of your hands surrounding me next to the sea.. no commitment, au dela, if you read in between my words you will see i am seeking a feeling far from dependency, it's in my eyes , and my body i wanna be free of my most destructible desire, and fulfill the rest of my senses with the only thing that can go through me . they all-ready think i would spit into you love but the words that can only be is the feelings there is .. les emotions, surgissent on the surface of skin, in knotted stomach and head-dreams speeding too fast you canot sleep.. . well right now i .. went out there on the balcony , the rain finally stops. but i was hoping to get showered . another day, when i expected less. in the end even awake i am still wondering what goes on in your head when you fell asleep. do you miss me. or will you miss me when i'm gone. i could act like no one care but i do... and i want to see you . but i want you to see me better. it takes a lot of fragile inside me to say it the way it ain't so easy to let go when it feels crazy. and c'est comme ca vont les habitudes, they are crazy and i feel sometimes sorry but also it becomes like family. a little too easy. say you were here with me... but it feels good on my own.

i want you to want me .... and i want me to be steady, the way dancer stops in circles suspended in the air, la musique des harmony.. balance. the perfect cut can only be perform by sharpened blade in duality .
the word can be said in more then you tought there would only be one way.. the dance in between ces etres opposees. i dare you to stay . and the pressure get tamed will one day run away.. i am heavy heart in love with melancholy, but you are parts of a crystal puzzle, the expressions in your face is far from simple. my sweet walking puzzle, i know passion can be drawn and love can be misunderstood, life goes so fast we are running away , and that's why i will be patient but i never let go of those gemstone . still soft . it could be precious


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