The beginning

To her... how is that sometimes we are so free and as one and sometimes rude or just cool and then cold :) you must know what i mean.. we were cool, then rude before new year.. we were lovers at the birth of 2008 we were in love.. once it dawned.
but i like you for this. there is some anxiety, some pain, lot of .. what do i say.. bliss?
the wait and the blood than ran amok in my veins when i couldnt get in touch for just one hour.. today... it was amazing.. then i was speaking to you.. and you was just.. there ... plain. strange.
you know what they say.
that there are three things that are never satisfied,
four things that never say. "it is enough"
the Grave
the barren womb
the earth that is not satisfied with water,
and the fire that never says "its enough"

but i think I too will never be satisfied of you. i will never have enough of you.

Sometimes there is this intense need to shout out, to tell everything as they were, without language doing the bad job of interpreting thoughts, when thoughts are but ghosts of dreams.
jump off a cliff, and if there were just those five or ten seconds for all your thoughts, wouldn’t they come out clear. When you are falling free, how would the world matter? How would the future matter? How would illogical conviction, ethics or beliefs matter?
If fear were to be removed, it would be pure thought falling down, just the mind. Nude and in all its glory, pure emotions of love and hate.
The future, just the thought of it is binding, for if not for it I could be doing so many other things right now. I could paint my masterpiece, I could write down thoughts that now drift away.. I could learn to do all the things I wanted to, I could learn new languages, read all the books I wanted to, drown in some diluted spirit, sit in a quiet shack somewhere and watch the rain. I could do all this before I hit ground and landed back on reality square.

Story

to her:. how is that sometimes we are so free and as one and sometimes rude or just cool and then cold :) you must know what i mean.. we were cool, then rude before new year.. we were lovers at the birth of 2008 we were in love.. once it dawned.
but i like you for this. there is some anxiety, some pain, lot of .. what do i say.. bliss?
the wait and the blood than ran amok in my veins when i couldnt get in touch for just one hour.. today... it was amazing.. then i was speaking to you.. and you was just.. there ... plain. strange.
you know what they say.
that there are three things that are never satisfied,
four things that never say. "it is enough"
the Grave
the barren womb
the earth that is not satisfied with water,
and the fire that never says "its enough"

but i think I too will never be satisfied of you. i will never have enough of you.