it's almost like a beat.
Beating on, and on and on,
Stripped, naked, bare and strong.
The beat is yours, its vibrant.
It is life, it vibes with ALL
Its a key, unlocks things.
Its a bomb, it brings explosions.
Restlessness. Discomfort.
I definitely feel. I feel the feelings of now#
The feelings of now, and the ones of before.
They are linked, its how I react, to the act of her, and her.
Mixed in her.
Her.
Yes her.
No, I am not helpless. No, I am not a romantic. I do not fly, in illusions of the moment.
I fell down. Many times, so now I know. Time gives wings.
Only if you appreciate time.
Time and its moments. The moments of the moments.
The minutiae.
Her minutiae. Her eyes, the looks. The windows, tinted in brown. The corners of the lips, the little smile. The nervous tapping. Her smile. Yes. Her smile. Raw. Expressing. She is the beauty of natural.
The way she moves, she screams, she laughs.
Her curves. It drives me insane. Her softness.
Its not of this earth.
Her ranting, annoyance and flaming up. She flames up.
Her ranting, annoyance and flaming up. She flames up.
Burns so fast.
She burns and burns. Over and over. So soft in nature, delicate to effort. ¬
She needs freedom. She demands space. But not coldness. But support of warmth.
No judgement is needed. We are all different. No ones pain is greater than the others, nor it is lesser.
I am not a romantic. I am not a helpless illusionist.
I like to build. Stability and peace.
I like to feel airy, excited and free.
Sometimes sensitive for chaos and strong for freedom.
I am no ones. No one is mine.
But we share.
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