i’d wake up next to you, open my eyes to see if you’re awake, smile and then close my eyes again. i’d touch your shoulder and think of how great your skin feels beneath my fingertips. i’d smile again, this time with my eyes shut. i can feel you looking at me, i can feel your smile, i can feel your soul. there’s no need for words, they’ve never been more unnecessary than now.
we would wander around the city with no particular goal in mind. it feels like we’re the only people left on this world even though the streets are crowded. nobody seems to matter anymore. it’s just us. we lay down on the grass and gaze at the sky. it’s light blue and the clouds look like they were drawn by somebody. maybe by an angel. i can feel the smell of freshly cut grass and remember how amazing your skin smells. i lean towards your neck. you kiss me softly, barely touching my lips. i can feel your breath on my lips and i’m trying to take it all into my lungs out of a desperate desire of keeping you with me forever. it seems to be working, as i feel even closer to you.
it’s dark, we’re down the pier. the waves are hitting the concrete wall, breaking into a million pieces of white foam. i can smell the sea and feel the cold breeze caressing my cheeks. you look into my eyes and i know.
me = green clothes, parties, colored paper, pens and pencils, bags, thunderstorms, bracelets, M&Ms, sleeping, interrail, Bruges, my sister, Pink Floyd, plăcinte, orange light, cinnamon, traveling by train, blue nail polish, coconut body lotion, sunny days, rage, couchsurfing, dostoievsky, street art
