Whenever our eyes meet, I try to look you in the eyes- to understand and experience- what? I don't know.
But I will tell you this. When reasons fall flat and meaning is rendered irrelevant. When definition of words grow thin because any one language isn't enough..
Am I making sense?
It's like you are somewhere far away and we haven't met. But I feel your teeth on my neck. The intoxication of your lips on mine and how I taste them like honey..
Well, yes, it doesn't make any sense for now-
But just so you know, it's something like that. It's an unknown yearning I try to fight through denial. It's kind of a compulsion I don't wanna escape.
It's something I can touch but can't reach. The forever incomplete feeling I carry. My attempts to fill it takes me places and I seem to always stop here.
And I'm happy to stand here waiting. You take your time, Stranger.