For a couple of months now there have been quite a few pregnant thoughts and unborn stories that await being touched... you know, touching with fingers - the kind of touch that grants existance to thought from electrical pulses within neurons into the world of binary reality.
So much going on at such a whirlwind pace, at times I wonder if there's a way to make things go slow. Or to make words be born a little more easily? ... So that they eat up less onto your heart in their efforts to survive the trauma of coming into existance.
Till the time my words return to me and let me touch them as I please, to my fill, I can only raise a toast to them ...
(Translation via web)
Talk to me
Like I flirt with you
Love me
Like I love you
It's a love that is possible
For I kept what love I had
I kept what love I had
It's like a film, and it will return
Love me
Like I flirt with you
Love me
Like I love you
It's a love that is possible
For I kept what love I had
I kept what love I had
It's like a dream, and it will return
And you will come to see
That there is no understanding
For I kept what love I had
I kept what love I had
It's like a dream, and it will return
I know that you will return, and love will not end
For I kept what love I had
I kept what love I had
It's like a dream, and it will return
Or so I hope! :)
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