you blew me away

it's a rare thing.

a blue that you have never seen before. like a rare stone that was never supposed to be found. like an undiscovered stretch of sky. right where it bends down to touch the sea. and the sea, in anticipation, rises up, uncontrollable, to reach out for a piece of sky. a blue that is too rare to hold on to. blue like green and black and brown and white all together. blue, looking up at you; accusing, grateful, naked. blue that you tells you secrets of the oceans. blue that reveals all there is to see. blue that crashes up against the rocks, violent, in denial. blue that begs to go back into hiding again. blue that commands you to look away. blue that brings you to your knees. blue that breaks you deep inside.

how can the world know of love,
if it have not seen your eyes...

... your tear-studded blue eyes...

the difference between me and you,
is

i can be alone.

Sun

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you are my world.
mine, because
i am the sun.

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you cannot know how hot it can get.
you have not been close enough.

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i am only the sun.
you can have all the space you need.

The Lich King and I

we are the same, me and him
we aim to conquer.


and the day he dies,
i will celebrate for a week.

"i will always be there"

when the world is all dark,
it's hard to believe in the sun.

want, she says, is such a fickle emotion.

and oh! how emotional i am !

anger

the only thing that really hurts are
your brilliant blue flashing eyes.

seek and you shall be found

"if you look into the abyss for long enough,
the abyss will look back at you."

what you are searching for
is searching for you as well.

no wonder you cannot find each other.

one of you has to stand still.

193 kms

the leaves are yellow now. they have told their stories. they will leave us now and they will take our stories with them. and then the cold will come to visit. the cold that wants to take you in its arms and hug you and caress you and leave you feeling..... cold. the wind shall come also to tell us more stories. the wind has always lots to say. but this time, it shall listen to me as well. because i shall talk about summer.

i shall talk about the warmth. the heat of your touch in the dark. the warmth of your kisses and the fervor of your body as it approaches mine. yes, i shall talk about the heat. the heat of your breath on my neck as you feel me deep inside. and i shall tell him about the fire of your silence as you close your eyes.

yes, the cold is curious about the warmth of summer. how will the cold snow ever know about the kind of heat that makes you sweat.... or about the heat that leaves you gasping for air......... and despite that, leave you wanting for more....?

-from Jerry Maguire,

"what do you want... my soul or something?!"

"why not?"

it is at moments when you reject me,
that i love you most.

black and white and grey

i walk around all day in the cold, with only the love of a man to keep me warm inside. i walk around all day in the cold, with only the thought of his kisses to keep me smiling. i walk around all day in the cold, with only the memory of his hands to keep me company.

i would be, without you,
as the earth, without its sun.

"being scared is a good thing. it means you have something to lose."

yes, i am afraid.
aren't you?

so, if you have a new toy,
does it mean i have to get a new hobby?

yes, i write so that i can be commented upon.

just like you wake up and want to be seen.
not looked at.

so, don't just pass me by.
go ahead, make a comment.

i dare you.

bbwhhhahahha !!

and do you listen when he talks about dante? when he recounts tales of the years gone by? no, you don't. what you want is for him to talk about you. what you want is his time, his mind, his thoughts. his soul. you want him to talk about your lips and your eyes. you want him to caress your foot with his and stroke your breasts with his wet fingertips. you want him to sing to you. and tell you about how much he loves you.

but, no. you don't want to listen to him talk about dante and inferno.

yes, you missed the part when he caught a glimpse of you making dinner and smiled to himself. you missed that part when he took a picture of you when you were not looking.

nobody can help you if you complain about wanting a circle when you have two semi-circles.