less pathos, more action
Getting inspired by my loveliest friend shouting caps lock at me "DO NOT FUCKING MISS IT", "YOU'RE FUCKING FULL OF THINKING!" I moved on.
I moved on faster and swifter than I ever thought I could and it's because he's just extraterrestrial. Far from being perfect, far from fitting as a replacement he rolled into my head and they're hating.
Everything is in place, in shape and color needed, when he's around. For the first time in forever I feel adored. In five days I feel mind-blowing, I feel beautiful again.
I keep staring into every reflexive surface there is to grasp a hold of how we look. How we appear to be.
The differences are as profound as similarities and I am, truly, still unaware if this is going places.
I don't ever remember feeling happier in the months past.
I have never expected to be so initiative, so frank.
Holding my breath to see what is coming.
Trying not to be scared, striving not to doubt, strangling the sprouts of discrepancy.
He doesn't have to repeat. Let him be astonishing on his own.
I moved on faster and swifter than I ever thought I could and it's because he's just extraterrestrial. Far from being perfect, far from fitting as a replacement he rolled into my head and they're hating.
Everything is in place, in shape and color needed, when he's around. For the first time in forever I feel adored. In five days I feel mind-blowing, I feel beautiful again.
I keep staring into every reflexive surface there is to grasp a hold of how we look. How we appear to be.
The differences are as profound as similarities and I am, truly, still unaware if this is going places.
I don't ever remember feeling happier in the months past.
I have never expected to be so initiative, so frank.
Holding my breath to see what is coming.
Trying not to be scared, striving not to doubt, strangling the sprouts of discrepancy.
He doesn't have to repeat. Let him be astonishing on his own.