#3 Infinity With You
Will you come with me in a place where we could stop time? Where we could build cities and castles on our own pace, Stroll around our creation for days, Lie beside the waves while holding your hand, Watching the sun rise and set. All care and worries thrown out in the wind, Where yesterday has passed, and tomorrow is an illusion Where we have nothing but each other, now, and infinite sands...
Surely, we don’t agree all the time. I go east, you walk west. You are keen on the tiniest details, I love grandeur and excess. And while you passionately speak of your Latin body parts, of deltoids and Darwin’s tubercle, I prefer to hide in my world of binary truth, of logical orderliness, and well-implemented algorithms. But if you stop and listen —- really listen —-...
#1 Poet once again
Once, I lost my pen. Or I dropped it. Or I intentionally threw it back in the deepest, darkest recesses of my subconscious. No matter, that pen made me see crazy things, things that weren’t there. It made me feel things that were made up of dreams, sand, and a little bit of delusion. I threw that pen so hard because I thought that all the good things in life were nothing but a play I...