This is a piece that my partner wrote shortly after we met.
We had no friends, just acquaintances, but we didn’t mind…
We shared a mutual disconnectedness from the world, our thoughts were different, cruelly unkind.
I thought of dandelion blowing in a summer meadow, my hair trailing behind me as i laugh, you chasing me as the wind caresses my skin, the warmth of the sun on my cheeks .
I thought of Paris in 1924, suits and pearls, and old black cars, rain falling down on a black and white city, we hail a taxi, kissing in the back seat.
I dream of milky pools, snow-covered mountains, and blue lakes, leafy trees and wooden bridges, a canoe in the middle of it all; We lay inside and watch the sun set, you hold my hand, we are drenched in beauty…
We got new identities and traveled to Amsterdam, the feeling of being invisible but oh so alive, your eyes like a portal to a different world, my heart is heavy,
I fell first.
A forest, coloured lanterns and a waterfall that glistens in the moonlight; I couldn’t explain but you understood, the way it feels not to connect with others. You see the beauty in the most ugliest of things -the smell of an old antique shop.
I want to be everywhere with you, sitting on the steps of a cathedral in Italy, or on the edge of San Francisco Golden bridge,
hoping you splutter out your words and they form a piece of art, then maybe you’ll be good at something. But when you mind is not right, nothing but you makes sense anyway.
Before, I was dead nor alive,- even birds could feel the pain in my chest .
Now, this weird feeling takes over, smothering me, like an unwelcome guest.
A chemistry of attraction , or even fate
telepathic love is underrated,
and I am sure, about you,