Us

The Begin-ing

And so it begun!
There was a man... Like me, in everything.
But not me.
..and someone else... like you... in everything...
But not you.

This is not about them.
It's about the established connection.

..apart from everything that seems obvious, what brings us really closer?

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The Sunday Morning

I grew up. Outside the window strange colored expressions floated in all directions - another sweet disorder, fruit of my reality perceptions - every little thing made sense while nothing made really sense at all.

And I feel contented, able to split the noise barrier and dive into my quiet heartbeat.

I can’t keep my eyes opened, but I’m awake and more than ever.

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The Letter

Inside the text were stains of hope, passion and regret, a whole portrait confined by the flesh and silenced by the mind. The lost meantime drowned me in your red lipstick and the love on your lips.
Then, you dripped a last word of sorrow, but beauty doesn’t need to be forgiven and I still recollect your perfume on nature's breathing.

I will drop myself until I reach the silent emotions and then go as far as it can take me, while lifeless is worth regret, none of the passion is - today is the best present I could have - again, thank you for the love and for the freedom, for being a part of me and for being yourself.
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The Evening

Sat down stirring up my heightened emotions with thoughts and a couple smiles - except for me in a self moment - it would never be possible to be aware of such sweet disorder: I am everything - all good or even less good experiences – and I am thankful for this distinct chance to love and forgive.

I am no more half the man I could be, but the man that realizes that there is no limit to be - a new whole horizon is the far background for the limit we believed – and I love and forgive constantly reaching new and new whole horizons.
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The Reply

But now I’m lost in handwriting, your sweet long-awaited words, sweating the cold of a nostalgic despair and a love you forever. ...as soon as words wounded me, I’ve realized us fearing something that we should never be afraid - Life.

...when all means nothing but the chance to live it,

I would give everything else.


MN