wicked

Oh you little thoughtless thing, havent you just fallen like a fool? Havent you just fallen completely into a deep, endless, lavender sea, lacking of control, choking with laughter, falling asleep with tears. You know yourself too damn well to ignore it, to think its not going to last forever.  Youre radioactive, pulsing, waiting. Your eyes are open wide, wild, looking for every little detail. Your skin is ultrasensitive, feeling every breeze, the smallest vibration on air. You gave it all, every emotion is traveling with the speed of light to meet the one, every thought is flying higher than high to get there. Youre waiting. Needy and exhausted, crawling in the bittersweetness  of all of this.  Longing for caress, for few words that you could put around yourself and feel safe. Being thrown all around, up and down, depending. Stuck in the sugary state of helplessness. Colors are brighter, sounds are clearer, tastes are highlighted, smells are stronger. Congratulations, youre alive again, but you know it, you know it better than well, that nobody cant compete you. Nobody can get even close to being this stupid and naďve. To being this inert, free and fated for somebody elses heartbeat. What a beautiful tragedy is about to happen, I cant wait.