Here I am dressed in a black jacket, with my earbuds on. Black Timberlands, black denim. I feel black also, my clothes are gloomy, I am too.
What do I do? I’m thinking, watching myself in a mirror. A hand tries to light me a ciggarete, I consent. The hand strokes my hair, I like it.
This hand is not just a hand, it’s a whole body.
I watch a pair of eyes, I want to know more, I look deeply into those oceanic eyes, I’m curios, fearful, excited. I feel love, real love, in all my being, warm love and security. I’m afraid to loose the moment. I blink and damn, I lost it, it was my hand, my eyes, my love. Im scared again, Ive been lonely for to long.
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