Expressions.

She was, I was, I stand, we are, I realize, I enjoy, I follow, I love.

Zip by zip, I'm here at the expectation.

There are so many things I can do, all those things that I move; the reason for me to be pleased at my reflection.

My daily doses... she said.

Well, I never thought of a person who can express as a drug to another person, but if I think about it, there's so many people that moves... takes and gives, feels and makes feel, makes go faster; speeding and looking at the lights in a turbo spin and the satisfaction of existence becomes present in body places that I can't identify.

I continue, because I can do it by myself, a self compact delusion...

[Incomplete].

- May I take your order?
- Rough sex, please.

Which...

There's always something in me that says: I want to be with you forever.
When my head lays down and my eyes are closed.
It's when I'm in your arms and I feel that we can't be any closer,
but still I wish we could melt. Like if I could be in you.
I don't know the exact words.
I'm dazzled, I consider myself as an unstable creature.
Something to nothing.
But I can't do it alone. I am little bit sick.
I know I shouldn't, but humans can't control it all.
In my case: I have no control. It's bigger than me, goes out of my capacity.
It doesn't know how to be fully exposed.
I've submerge in you, looking up... staring from the under.
But I recall, you're just a human... the human of my adoration.
I know I'm letting myself go, got no shield, not sword, no helmet.
I got my arms open with my chest at the expectation.
But it's not because of you... I don't see a mutual.
It's just me in a battle field, we're not talking about trust or falling for each other,
It's me standing in the middle of nothing with all the things that can be directed pointing to you.
Morning thoughts I guess, a little psycho perhaps.
Because I don't know how I feel no more, as I once said... I think I'm going crazy!
It fell off of my hands and I don't see a way back.
I'm so sorry for making you play the game, I don't want you to miss the race.
I wish I could trust a little bit more but I feel like I'm no longer in the same field.

Some times I feel like playing the doll,

wearing back the pink dress and the big bun.

Times when there was no time.

Spin and spin, walking and running...

I want to find that girl... tell her to run towards me.