holiday

You. Your body, which you know it fascinates me in a million ways. But I don't want it as I want...

Your mind. I'm driven mad by what runs around in that unexplored world of yours. In fact, I want to tear apart those clothes of fear and concern that you wear all around me. I want to tear them apart and see what lies beneath it.

I want to walk the rocky shores of your thoughts and taste the salty water of your dreams. I want to explore every cave in which you may allow your hopes to hide and drag them out to the warm air. To grow wings and fly around free.

I know your brain can be easily compared to a galaxy, or even more, the Universe itself. In the few moments in which you'd let me in, I caught a glimpse of who you really are. And I liked it. Later on, I got to love it.
And I got addicted to discovering. I became a pirate wanting to conquer more and more each day.

But what it means to want someone just for you, to want to own someone? Having a body which is never going to be yours or craving for a soul which will never understand itself? This insane desire pushed me beyond my limits and made me thirst for more knowledge, more experience, more everything.

In vain. Because I lost the most important thing. Myself. Wanting so much to translate you made me lost...in me, in you. And maybe that is where I went wrong.