Abruptly, I unwillingly allow your cute way of being to invade my imagination. I say unwillingly because I don't even need to have control over my thoughts for you to visit them. You're just there. And I love it.
I see you. The way your lips curve in the form of a smile and how they part when you can't hold a laugh. How you rearrange strands of hair in front of your face to the back of your ears when the wind blows on you. When your eyes stare at my own, that look to the ground, for my cheeks are too red for you to see me. How the beautiful sound of your accent mixed with your sweet voice fulfills my ears. The fact that we make the sunset feel lonely as we neglect it.
Willingly, I let my mind wonder even more. And when I fall asleep, it doesn't stop there. New scenario, same essence. And when I wake up, it also doesn't stop there. After the annoying sound of my alarm and the thought of dying before I have to get up, you're there. As I rush to brush my teeth and have a morning snack (because I woke up 20 minutes before class starts), movies of you play in my head like a cinema. A cinema from which I can pick thousands of fantasies I wish were reality. The ones I wish to live with you in the future.
It doesn't stop there. It never stops. You're just there and I truly adore it.
YOU ARE READING
you.
PoesiaWriting about you strips me away from everything I thought I knew. Makes me feel things I thought weren't true. Visions our days to yet be new.
