Seasons changes, so does how I foresee the world,
Before nicotine and alcohol were my root of happiness, now neither of those vices satisfy my question on why we are here?
May I’m in need of someone, someone who can unfold to me the universe one by one,
Cheap talks with drinks which mostly turns out to sex don’s excite me at all, fucking for fun is not fun, it’s surely satisfy your urge and pleasure, but ask yourself, What is the price of your soul?
But, perhaps a cup of caffeine will do, a perfect blend of mocha or cappuccino suites the conversation as we sketch the infinity within our words.
Talk to me deep, talk to me about your favorite conspiracy, talk to me the same way how you mourn to the moon and stars, talk me things that philosophy can’t even explain, talk to me about the universe and whatever lies beyond.
Do not ask me my name, that’s so easy to know, ask me about my struggles and what keeps my alive during those days of hardship and what keeps me breathing up to this point, and tell to me yours as well, and your reason for continuing, lets share encouragement, belief and inspiration.
Like books, lets both be open pages, let’s read each others previous pages and hopefully to collaborate on the next, exchanging of smiles is fun but exchanging of fighting spirit is exceptional.
Life’s to short for Hi, Hello and goodbye,
So does words are more precious just to waste of cheap talks,
Go find someone that will conversate to comfort your soul,
And also find someone that will stay.
