The sweet bliss of every wonder. Tender touches of a butterfly. Exploration of a depth. Thou eyes meet no end in the sky. Those endless orbs, a true adventure, more peaceful than gentle waves on a sea of endless dreams. Sudden tendencies to roll in a forest green grass. The smell, like an endless abyss, licking your lips because of the moonlight you had just kissed. Rested them upon. Those moments when nothing else matters but the touch of life. The life upon which will never stop touching you. Then the bleeding begins and everything may end. Only a vow, a few words may save what was never there. Can words describe the pain of infinite wounds? Nothing but a fleshy mess left over...
