My story of wanting, wander, of beauty, yours. Of magic, eyes, of elegance and eloquence,
Of eminent crushes and waves, crashing on sea shores.
Of hair, Golden, in shades.
Of eyes ‘candy luminous,’ of smiles, sky blue
Of lips like clouds, intangible unreachable, mountain snow
Of body, fortune cookie unknown
Of mind, universe deep, unexplored
Me, cosmic, Columbus, Crusoe
Of experiences, past-wished to be known
Of pictures and paintings yet to be shownOf laughter, language and a caviar voice.
Of smiles and laughter crashing,
on
sea
shores..


I have a hard time opening up. I kind of don't trust anyone that is not me. Sad but true. Not even a piece of paper. It’s not that I think I am better than everyone or anything like that, it’s just that I know for a fact that I will not tell, ya know. So here i am. Me, but not all of me.

I wonder how that must feel, to trust. I bet it's like free falling. I bet that would feel like flying.. and me... well I would just keep wondering when i would hit the ground.