There are already different ways of reading you in my own skin: by verses, by ink and by kisses. That’s why, when I miss you, I gently stroke my wrist and suddenly something awakens in me: a reminder that it costs less to get up with my hands, which already accumulate scratches since I touched yours in the streets of this sad city. Defender of my own space as I was, and used to how I wanted to share company but not the bed, now dreaming of you takes me to heaven, and sleep without you broken me.
I admit that I’m scared to feel so close to you, even when you’re so far away. That I tremble the same pulse where your touch is tattooed and my fears hypnotize me with their songs. I admit that I am still afraid that they will hurt me more; I’m afraid to climb mountains to reach a closed door. To one day I call you and no longer you who attend me. But for now it is your voice that guides me, the one that cradles me and the one that sings to me. You are still home and trench, compass and north. Losing me with you is just another way to find me. I do not intend to change you and for nothing in the world I want you to change,I love you like that. I still feel that when you embrace me I am out of danger, even if a war breaks out outside. Because out there the bullets keep raining and we hug each other to protect ourselves, our heart and wings. So when they ask me why the brightness of my eyes, I answer that I keep balancing in the abyss, that I like to flirt with defeatism.
Do handy to grief and get to point G of any tear by calling the moan poem. And then, I do not know how and as I always did, I get up and continue. Despite being a crazy disaster, a reckless heart, which now finds meaning in everything when yours beats by my side. Between your back and the wall There is a unique sense, they ask me, I say, for the brightness of my gaze. And then I burst out laughing. And always, I answer the same. I do not know how you do it, but you make me happy. So happy that I can not hide it. Because as I fly with you I still feel like playing toppling giants, to conquer winds as the windmills do. Play to dream and reach ever higher heights. See us smile and smile. Flying, flying with you is still trying to love you a little better every day. And when it seems impossible, do it more, that day, even, love you a little more.
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