Mind-made heaven
I can imagine,
The cold reddening up your white cheeks and tearing up your eyes while we talk somewhere in the shadows on some bench in the park. It is 1 am and everyone seems to be gone for the night but for me it seems like the whole word is watching our sweet conversation, as we create a phenomenon that has been happening again and again as far as this city knows its first people to declare it as a one. As seasons change and people grow old memories seem to fade but in a view there is always a youthful love being build as two people escaping from the chains they outgrew by fixating on each other. Your dried up lip cracking a smile and pulling us closer into your hands. I don't feel the life that i once lived cause I know that that's behind now, I can feel it that within itself its aching for leaving it behind but there is peace knowing that I always dreamed of this for as long as I remember. Two things cannot be lived at once so all those endless nights staying up late, dreaming about love, wondering about you, kidding myself to sleep, dead end talks with friends will end with you. And that's only the quoter of the trust I give you cause every time I caress your lips and feel you cheeks in my hands a hope is born that all of that will be crated all over again but only with you in the in the picture this time. We walk and talk and our flames burn alike keeping the phenomenon of this city alive until we fulfill the prophecy as we say goodbye in hopes to meeting again. As sad as it sounds we probably wont cause that's the point of our lives we have to live thru too. Snatching and running with the same glimpses of love that we gave each other and the pace that came with it. A new love being born out of naivety and ending because of the same reason too. Its what youth does, its what it always did. Tonight that was us and tomorrow will be someone else. The gear of life continues on to turn as from time to time we stop and acknowledge how long have we come.
I can imagine this and all sorts of things, my mind does not recognize limits it never did. It does what it does the best. Spinning around as the globes spins around its orbit and as time passes around my mind will still be in one place spinning. A mind-made heaven that can easily turn against me at any moment and drive me crazy. So every day I wake up feed him all sorts of things just to keep him spinning and distracting him from me. Is it a love if you feel it but don't see it? But how does one believe it is real when he sees it with his two eyes but doesn't even feel an ounce of it? I like it here in my mind-made heaven, everything is true in here.
At least for me it is. And maybe for you too...
