Ghost time...
when there is a time
when everything,
absolutely everything...
is too much,
overwhelming...
you!
you feel like this...
crazy.. not knowing
what's going on...
and you retreat...
because it is too scary... too obvious...
limiting too much you freedom...!
but,
you know...
you
touched something...
spacious, dangerous,
eternally yours..
but you tired
too weary...
yet so deeply profoundly,
beautifully genuine...
you...
real you
never felt like this
about you
about me...
you... it is you...
the other tried
the dark,
weary, old, wounded you,
it tried,
to push you over the edge...
and there you were
lost in the
confusion
naked.. untouched,
completely shaked,
very, oh god.. very moved..
completely fucked
to the heaven...
and you felt it all..
I felt it all
surely I did..!
and then..
and you ran away..
Oh yeah,
well done, well done
indeed
this is for the best
all good memories,
remain...
running away is better
than surrendering...
because staying means
dissolving into boredom
of numbing
into
day-to-day
because
dilution is much worse.
and the...!
and in fact..
none of this matters anymore..
it's done..!
it's the past!
we are the past..
a memory in each other's memory.
I hate you...
I love you eternally
(I think you know that already, don't you?)
