Contradictions dwell in my mind.
There's a frequent arm wrestle between love and power, black and white, action and inaction.
The inner voice whispers intentions that I ignore and silence almost instinctively.
I refuse to leave the comfort of inertia to run around chaseing latent failures.
Elusive possible encounters journeying shortcuts tailored to my feet.
I avoid rubbing my eyes, the invitation.
I disbelieve.
I feed on evasions and excuses.
I don't know how to confess my fears.
I can't find a subtle way of asking you to love me because I've become clumsy in the matters of love and praise.
It's not you who can harm me, but the echoes from the past haunting me at night.
That darkness, that frightens me with painful memories of shattered hopes and empty promises.
Indifference digging into my temple. The cries and crannies of my soul. Time and pulse detained in pain. The shame of helplessness.
I do not want promises watered down with coffee, or four-colorrainbows.
I want my solitude loveseat and a set of cutlery for one.
The tranquility always on the verge of an explosion.
My selfish acts.
The refrigerator as empty as my hands.
I want an unpublished love and thousands of endless sex nights.
The restlessness and anxiety of anticipation.
One afternoon for two. A week. One semester.
That you give me back the intermittent tingling time of conquest. The constant smile, the intrepid blinking when I look at you.
I want a guarantee love and loneliness willing to be abandoned.
An exclusive romance.
The blessing of feeling in love again.
A loneliness
One Love
Want
Power
Try
Desist
And vice-versa
