There’s something dark about you,
I just can’t say what or why.
It’s a feeling, it’s this state
that you pull me to, it’s the taste.
Maybe the smell of your hair
or the touch of your hands,
the way your eyes haunt mine,
the kiss from your soft pink lips
or the untold words they guard,
but every word is like a sweet treat,
except for the ones that say good bye.
I catch myself wishing to see you again,
not sure if because of the feeling
of your hands caressing my skin,
your tongue pleasing mine
or for the taunt of your look,
but definitely cause there’s something dark about you
…and I like it.
Author: Charles
A forever young soul refusing to grow old, expressing what I might or might not feel in words.
Happiness overrated?
Yesterday evening when I was getting out of work, I read this post about a girl who wanted to be happy, but she didn’t established how, or what she considered “to be happy”. It made me think, or kind of analyze, what is happiness exactly and why is it the main goal for humans in their lifetime?
This was my answer to her post…
Probably happiness is overrated…
It is not even an action.
“to be happy”
“to be…
…happy?”
Look at it from the short term perspective,
The “try” more than the “be”.
“try happiness”
And the road to the goal
will be the goal itself.
It’s the “pursuit of happiness”
what fills us inside,
cause at the end,
happiness is like heaven;
everybody aspires to it
but once they get there
(if anybody gets there),
you won’t know about it.
Cause at the end
no one is completely happy,
there is something missing,
and that piece missing…
it’s the struggle to be happy
Barely human
I have developed a six sense,
cause I can’t describe the feeling
and I can’t name it just yet,
I just know it’s there, deep down.
Everything around you feels different;
the air, the space, time itself …my-self.
My whole body reacts to your presence
and I can feel you coming miles away.
It’s like a super power;
something I can not explain
but it manifests when I’m with you,
everytime I touch you,
or breathe close to you,
when I close my lips to your ear
and slowly blow words inside them,
when I bury my face in your hair
and just smell it
and it caress my cheeks.
It’s like a super power,
for the reaction it creates
It’s not natural,
It’s not human,
It just ain’t from this world.
Or maybe it’s an animal instinct,
a primitive reaction between us,
a magnetic force that bring us closer.
Whatever it might be
Whenever I’m with you
I’m barely human.
Tears in the sky 