I am running out… of what…?
I miss something… but what?
I am sick… of what…?
I am mad…at what?
I want to flee…but where to…?
Who knows the answers?
Who else…?
Here I stand…waiting…
Who else can read me better?
Where are you now…?
I left you for a while…no…I just pretended leaving you…
And I swam…in an ocean along with the some ‘feel good’ factors…
You never complained…
Since you knew…
I carried you in my mind
And back I am…
And here I stand…waiting…
You where always there…
As a blanket when I shivered in winter…
As an elixir when I cried for a drop of water…
You were always there…
But…but… why am I using a past tense here?
You still dance…synchronised with my heart’s rhythm
You are still here…so close…within my reach
But why can’t I touch you then…
I want to walk with you…fight with you…
Laugh with you…
Hug you so hard that you'll set in me!!!
“Why don’t you do that?”
Yes I can hear you asking that…
Rotten mouths will fart…
I’ll be a Romeo…
They’ll dress you up as my Juliet…
What else do they know of love?
You should have been there with me…
When I laid curled up in my mother’s womb…
And here I stand…waiting…
Waiting for answers...
Come fast…
("What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies."-Aristotle)
