Simple I am ...
How can you feel something that has no flesh...? There is no breath to feel on your neck... There is no touch on your skin... How can you love someone who is not here...? ....those words full of love.. Something far away, someone you don’t know... I wonder how he smiles... What is his voice like...? Could he calm me down? Would I feel the sound of love in my heart? How can I love a word? Why do I believe that a word can be more real then I face I see every day. Why it always feels like a dream? Dreams are not real. Why are we so beautiful until we become real? I can’t smell him, what is his smell like, What would he look like in the morning? Does he see me as I am? Do I see him as he is? It’s never the same... We are all poets when we are not real. Do I really feel you...? Are you just who I want you to be? Everyone finds me in this unreal world, Maybe there I am a queen.. But here...Now... I am just lost, searchi
