Unfastened
Arrest me
I will attempt a simplification of the event..
You see, chemistry is temporary.
Timing, well..
A volcano doesn’t seek permission to erupt. In fact, it can’t.
Neither does the truck driver whose bladder shouts to piss in the middle of the highway.
I don’t know if this thing you’re after exists..
What I also don’t is nothing at all.
What I do remember though are little fractures in the chronological order of life, where oxygen blew in, allowing me to kiss without breathing.
A life mask and all the possible emergency lights, but I wasn’t looking for once, I wasn’t looking for answers and not for miracles.
The Islamic prayers are knocking on my window “Alla is grand” but what does Alla want? I don’t bother singing along since the belief is not attached to a desired outcome.
Desire, what a force to drive us forward..
Yet all disappointments seem to follow.
I crave to cease contemplations, templates of love affairs and just let it be, a low flame I could slow dance to.
Will you give it a try miss behind the truck?
You, miss delicious lips have tasted like passionfruit that evening.
I am not romanticizing nostalgia, I am searching for the dots that connect us, human beings.
Since we do such external great work, proving we've got our shit together.
And we do such great inner work, proving our emotions and philosophies.
Ended up hanging all the wrong trophies in all the wrong places.
Telenovelas, are living inside of us, but without the obsession to live.
We are frightened rodents, that produce so much content but forget to remember to break through these moments that puzzle a fulfilling life.
Filled with pillow fighting, yes we broke something.
Continue laughing until your abs will excuse your tomorrow’s abs training.
I will keep on writing, on loving, on fooling.
Since I want to know.
What are we here for?
It’s a ping pong of past and present to get this engine rowing, I am thirsty for similar kisses.
I believe these are the sweetest moments of our lives, sharing intimacy against all the warning signs..
There is a mountain of human psychology within those, illegal kisses.
We were trained to be safe than sorry..
We take cautious steps until life slaps us in the face.
Then the alarm, thankfully..
Won’t let us go back to sleep until cuddled sufficiently to justify the coziness of death.
Since we were actually preparing for that, and excuse my harsh manners.
We have mistaken gravely, that forever is held in the palm of our hands, wishfully thinking we control the steering wheel of this rollercoaster.
What actually brought some vitality?
Was to unfasten the seatbelt, maybe just for a sole moment to kiss, even without us watching.
*Carefully doesn’t exist in this circus.
