Ganduri…

And there I was… trying to catch the falling sky. But never able to. One moment a hand caught me; it pulled me beyond the sky and I kissed the Moon. She promised to be my eternal love, and strangely, I believed her. Lips melting one into another, warmth and ice, the whole world vibrating at the same pace as our hearts. My whole world turning into her.

And then it all turned into one of those fairy tales I use to never believe. Perfect days with perfect smiles and perfect frowns, perfect bursts of laughter, perfect hearts beating at the same perfect pace. A long-lasted for coldness making the two lovers push one against another, walking together as one.

What I tried to make it seem like a definition of you failed even as a concept, long before it reached a form. Because the simple thought of me being able to define you is naïve, as naïve as the one of me understanding myself or you. So I’m just gonna feel the flavor of those tricky moments taken out of time, without having an existing time, and struggle to make them last. But wait, what am I saying, if there is no time, why should they last? How could they be lasting?

Quick glimpses making him tremble, unpredictable catches making her blush. Unpredictable kisses causing them to melt into one another, and the whole world along with them. I’m craving for this to repeat …

Craving for moments to share only with you, or perhaps… with me?

No! I’m just plain stupid. I’m craving for moments to share only with us… over and over again.