Sea

The fear that wakes you up in the afternoon when heavy eyelids after long days and the deprivation of yesterday’s nights kick in.

The word that stretches in your mind. So hollow how can you exist so slim in thought and shallow in person, where is the depth how can your waves not coincide and interfere where is your maxima

Tell me when I can go finding the source of your animus, how can I stimulate it. You are looking over everything and I don’t know whether I admire your vulnerability to moderation and compromise or would anyone rather compensate openess of perspective for color

I want to see you; I want your distinct transitions taking different levels and emitting all your different energies I want to see you.

I want to dream your face tonight and imagine the rest of your body, draw out your words and color you with the thoughts of my first impressions.

I want you. To be through you and with you; colliding.

I want to explore your layers and riddle every word so many times, too many times for repetition to be redundant. I want to see you, not look into your soul and your eyes I want to see who you are, your favorite flavors and distinct style of walking across the street. Every single hair of your existence rises when I look at you, I see through you but I don’t see you.

Your transparent body is full of a spectrum of unknown ideas.

I want to see you and I hope you don’t vanish just yet.