i wonder if you’re thinking about me. i wonder if you’re facing the chaos like me, with my own inexperienced and naive tactics. i could tell you about my fear to evolve, you could help me grow. i wonder how you feel when you touch me. i wonder if you too can’t manage thounghts. please, we lower the music. read me a little poem that alludes to you. show me the points of pleasure and do not be silent if you’re sick. i am full, of you and not you. i am full of signs of your existence, but none of these signs contain your essence. i wonder if you too would like to surround me as i want to surround myself with you. and no. simply. i can no longer control the situation. the situation of my fellings and your. i would like to align our size. i would like to create our equator. but, please, tell me why you prefer to keep order among us. order, roles, rigidity. you have to get out of your level of aesthetic perfection and rhetorical language. you have to show me what lies beyond the threshold of your seriosness. if there is confusion, i am already in love. i don’t want a stable structure. i just want to know you’re offering me only your authenticity. i do not want books, i do not want records, i do not want the things that you no longer know what to do. (i can not refuse. because you will feel rejected) but i do not want the frame. i want the core. i want to hear, listen, love. without calculaion and programming. ask me again, gently.
what is stopping me? my bipolar desire. close everything now, before the big emotional disaster. or, get inside your life, with my life, and have no more boundaries.