readmysoul
Your skin on mine, not even that.
it's your eyes in mine and mine on yours.
Electricity.
You said sex isn't everything, maybe that word isn't.
But with you, it is.
So much said, without being said.
So much felt just within our eyes.
I don't know what I remember but maybe I will. Memories. Hands. feet. Time, clock and watches. Who knows what everyone remembers? I know I don't. They just fall. Do they fall for you? Have they been really gone? I know mine are here with me. They visit me everyday. Sometimes I smile, most time I cry.
It was nothing really out of the extraordinary grand. You were just you. I was just me. We still are. This knowing that I could lay myself in front of you; when the sun shines and you can see all of my sparkle and when the moon beams and you feel the depths of my soul and yet you would still need me with all of me and see me the same way - - and if not, much more of what I am to be.
I could have done certain things very differently but it doesn't happen. This time here again for the 2nd time will be one way that I can make sure i use my time better. But right now is one way that's definitely not helping the situation.
When will i ever lose it? I never really had too much of it. You did. And somehow I tend to deviates towards that. But why is that we like control anyway? The knowing of something, someone or anything really. Do we always have to know? Is it a kind of forced/forceful knowing?
I have never really seen anything as absolute or gone really. Is there an expiry date to all that we have, breathe and be, challenge and fear each time we breathe? Some things go a long way but somethings never really go away at all. So where do they go? How do we know that they have gone?
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