The perfection of a moment.

Which is when gravity gave up on us.

Which is when a child was celebrating his first year of existence.

Which is when we ran too fast. Even faster than the wind.

Which is when we got tangled like a tornado.

Which is when a snowflake landed on your cheeks.

Which is when we drank hot chocolate on a cold evening's night, while watching TV on the couch.

Which is when you were sleeping right there beside me.

Which is when i looked into your eyes.

Which is when i knew you.

Which is when i heard you speak for the very first time.

Which is when i was wearing a white dress, and you, a black suit.

Which is when, we waited for your bus to leave, but when it came, you couldn't go away.

Which is when we held hands, while i delivered our very first baby.

Which is when we ran away to Australia, and did not tell anyone.

Which is when we laughed at all our secret jokes, that no one got, but us.

Which is when we slept like we are dead, because we knew we'd wake up next to one another.

Which is when the furthest we got away, was the room next door.

Which is when aliens abducted us.

Which is when we held hands, while bungee jumping.

Which is when we went diving.

Which is when we knew everything about each other.

Which is when we did something stupid, as fighting over silly things.

Which is when the world seemed more like a happy place. Only seemed.

Which is when we could not stop arguing, whether which of us fell in love, first.

Which is when, a mother held her child, for the very first time.

Which is when we danced to a song, we only knew.

Which is when we couldn't stop talking about nonsense, just for the sake of talking.

Which is when you inspired me.

Which is when i started dreaming about you.

Which is when, we stopped telling others, because they stopped understanding.

Which is when the world made sense. At least, to us.

Occupy me.

The negative space you left. 
The negative space, you left.
Occupy me. 
Occupy your space.

Lets entertwin, get tangled.

The one.

I never asked you to let yourself out, i just asked you to let me in. 
Let me in. 
Let me inside you.

The stillness.

Still, courage even though you know you might get killed.

Still, wandering around, even though you know you might get lost.
Still, lighting up fires, even though you know they will get put up.
Still, dreaming, even though you know they may never come true.
Still, falling in love, even though you got sick before.
Still, thinking, even though it got you a headache.
Still, the sun shines, even though it's been raining.
Still, dawn comes always after dusk.
Still, trusting people, even though they keep on disappointing you.
Still, knowing you can fly, even though you are not a bird. Basically.
Still, travelling in a place, even though you know it might crash.
Still, here, even though you hate the place.
Still, say the truth, even though you might be hated.
Still, happy. In a sad world.
Still me.
Still you.
Still us.

The miss-happenings.

I met you, but you say that was not you.

I imagined conversations with you, that never came true.

I wrote you something, that i will never show.

I got you a present, too.

I took us pictures, that were never photographed.

We smiled. We laughed. 

We danced to music, that can not be heard.

We flied. But that's not true. We are not birds.

We cried to speeches, that were not told. 

We bought us an island, that was never sold. 

And then, we ran to someplace that does not exist. 

The chaos of feelings.

I love you too much,
that i hate you so much.

I feel like killing you slowly.
I want to hit you hard.
Slap you.
And then, hug you.
And hug you.
And hug you, again,
And hit you.
And hold onto you.
And never let you go.

Because what possibly could ever go wrong,
if you are home?

How far my imagination, went.

I thought I only lived in my mind.

But now i know,

you  too,

lived in my mind.

I made you up.

Or did you make me, make you up?

Was i imagining you?

Why am I not convinced?

I know.

You exist.

The equation.

How much of a good person i am,
is directly proportional,
to how much bad you do me.

Are we supposed to be evil?
For us to be happy?
A question for the after life.

All i know is that,
i can not be anything, but good.
That is how i am.
And you won't change me.

The world won't change me.

Bad happenings happen,
because only then,
good happenings can happen, too.

The rainbow.

You have this urge to speak.
But you do not know what to say.
You have this urge to write.
But you are not sure, what you want to write about.
You have this urge to cry your heart out.
But you do not know what you are crying for.

All you know is that,
your heart, hurts.

You have every reason to be sad.
But instead,
today,
you choose to be a rainbow.

The DNA.

I will be stealing one of the hairs,

on your pillow.

I need me some of your DNA.

To recreate me a future generation of you.

All mine. All yours.

The book of answers.

You close your eyes.

I keep mine open.

You hold the book between your hands.

I stand there, right next to you.

You think of your question.

I wonder what is your question.

You over think of your question.

I wonder if it has anything to do with me.

Until there's nothing more, nor nothing less.

Except, for me and you.

You open the book.

I smile.

The world of us.

I made you up a world inside my mind.

I colored it with all your favorite colors.

I painted you a world.

I know you will be perfectly happy there.

All that's missing,

is you, asking me,

to be a part of your world.

The battle.

Need and want are two very different territories.
They say we might not always get what we want. We get what we need.
What if, i need you?
What if, i want you?
What do they say to that?

The silence.

Sometimes, you can not find the words to say, everything you need to say.

Don't go looking for them.

Sometimes, silence, says everything, you need to say.

Don't think you are crazy.

Be silent.

The she.

She's that kind of girl, who might not open up to you on your first meeting.

she might not open up to you at all.

She does not do blabbing.

Quiet. 

She is quiet.

She watches.

And she's silent.

Her silence could freak you out.

But believe me, what should freak you, is what is going on inside that head of hers.

She thinks. 

She over thinks.

 And she obsesses. 

Her thoughts wonder undeclared territories.

That only she has the right to declare.

She digs for theories.

 Tries to find peace in conspiracies.

An eternal state of thinking. 

 Deep Analyzation. 

She might have decided long ago that she hated this life. 

Too agonizing, too appallingly fragile.

She remorses in solitude.

Not because of depression.

 But for the joy she finds in solitude.

 Cause well.. People suck.

There might come a point of your life when you simply can no longer grieve for everything that life throws at you.

Happiness is rare.

 But Will she ever give up finding it?

Shes on her own pursuit of happiness.

And a fighter like herself, will surely Win the quest.

 Maybe not today, but someday. 

To the person, who i can have the most deep, thought provoking conversations, in the world with. 

To the person, whos thoughts entertain me the most.

To the person, who i know will be the next big thing, only if she sets her mind to.

To the only person, who gets/discusses my theories. 

To my pessimistic friend.

My only writer friend.

The yang to my grey.

Happy birthday.

The knowing.

You make my stomach tighten.
You make me feel butterflies.
You make me lose the ability to speak.
You make me nervous.
But you already know that.
I thought you lost your magic on me.
I thought i got over all of this.
I thought we could be friends.
I thought you won't make me smile.
But you already proved me wrong.
My heart skips four beats.
My hand sweats.
My mind goes blank.
You chaos me.
But I already knew that.
They say distance weakens the love.
They say at some point you stop missing someone.
They say that who is far from sight, is far from the mind.
But we already proved them wrong.
You probably would never read this.
But you and I already knew all of that.

The line.

I imagine. I imagine everything, with you and me, in my head.

I remember. I remember everything, about you and me, in my head.

I think of you. I think of you and me, everyday.

And I am afraid. I am afraid that I’d mix reality with imagination.

What if, one day, I wake up and I don’t know, whether that really happened, or I just made it up ?

The Denial.

When people stop calling you back,

when they stop calling you at all,

you think to yourself, whats wrong with them ?

People stop talking to you, laughing with you.

It is annoying.

They do not want to be around you anymore, it's not as fun as it used to be,

and you think to yourself, why did they change ?

People are avoiding you.

& just then, you know it ,

what's wrong with me?