A Love Letter, addressed to You.
For it was you who brought me here, rising as the water shallows. You smiled, while I was trying to reach up the skies within one jump, but I failed. My foot tied up with your hands. As we let our eyes to slowly dig our soul through the heavy fog. Sun wouldn’t show itself as he is hiding behind those thick clouds, rain wouldn’t even dare to touch me. A slight feeling passed through my head, telling me to reach you, although you might not want to. Your eyes resemble the deep blue oceans while the skies are widely open. How could I reach you if I let myself to drown inside yourself, I would be lost, inside the deep blue sea.
Silence, is what I speak, down beneath my heart I slowly screamed. I placed my hands on your shoulders, and leaned my forehead on yours, slowly. As I carefully closed my eyes and whispered “Do you not look at me while I try to reach you in silence?”. You gradually let go of my foot and said “I’ll taste the skies you’ll reach, over the clouds, pouring the air with your scent…..how could I ask for more?”. I slightly felt weightless, as my heart started pounding, over and over again. Your mouth, your lips, fell to mine, another horizon inside me started to rise and as the cold wind blows heavily, I started to wander inside your deep blue thoughts. The water was fine, until I reached the bottom of the sea, it was dark. I could barely see a thing, but then you wrapped your hands around me, and closed your eyes. I see nothing, but I feel you, floating. A single night without your breath would tear myself apart, from all the nothingness and emptiness I recently fell on.
Perfect, a word that lays on my tongue every time I stood in front of you, an immediate ignorance towards your feelings against me. It’s almost impossible for me to counteract this agnostic and paradox thoughts and sometimes, I felt like being the only one in this world neglecting my own opinion.
“What do you value more?” I asked.
He moved back 2 cm away, and somehow his eyes tried to push itself away from me. Alienisms, a perfect word to describe how you started to look at me. A glimpse of snow fell on my nose.
