I love you the way lightning strikes at water, I promise you light where path follows, civilisation where humans can’t resist. I’ll touch your skin and feel your voice reside by my ears. Penetrating vibrations, thoughts your self shivers. A lifestyle where the styles ours and the life’s guided by our fortunes, the ones we find in eachother, together, abided and ruled, byour own secretary, an accomplishment. Without mission, without praise, only in ourselves. The anxious butterflies collect themselves inside and we’re so very full . Mislead by our organs dividing, watching our hearts pump, drool. Never slowing down, only running in overdrive, close to death as we cannot contain
this driven WANTING for each other
This car crash is ours, we’re dead in creation