lunes, 25 de marzo de 2013

Every kiss is a word



No words to describe it.
No words that could mean what it is to me being with you.
No words.

I could just hug you forever and more. The warmth… that feeling of complete perfection. The eternal smile in our faces. The playing. The listening. The living.

It’s like a summer day. Everything so bright, so colorful. Freedom. Time does not exist. There we are, just you and me, me and you; running throw the grass, throw the sand, throw the water and everything. Us.  

No words can ever come out correctly.
No words dare to make you understand.
No words.

Here I am, fighting with their non-existence so you can see me. They are asphyxiating me.  Even when there aren’t, they are.


I love you