Humble words, sharp knives, heartless pals, cold drinks, the color blue, huge guns with tiny bullets and flawless art.

It all starts when the blue smoke covering up the place, taking us away, taking over our minds and giving us a moment of appreciation of what's about to happen, what we think is always, always worth it.

Screams that will never be heard, lips that will never be bitten, bodies that  have never and will never be touched properly.

Fast cars can always go crazy on empty roads, groaning and loving the road to make it come alive for at least few minutes, you should be loved like an empty road or walking on water, eating clouds or an icy cold lemonade that playfully goes through your body on a sunny day. But there again fast drivers can take the wrong road and mess everything up.

There can never be a right combination when it comes to you, your words can be like sharp knives or soft flower shower, you like proving yourself wrong but you make sure you do it right, you are my wrong mess, you are mine but others can own you too. You are never right but you always make things right, nonsense. Nonsense. Nonsense.

You wear too many masks, some are bright, some are dark, some scream "love me" and some pushes people away, but I've fully loved you with no masks at all, I've invaded your space, I've witnesses your existence, I've witnessed you, God knows there's nothing like what I have witnessed

Your wonderful mind who I, alone got to understand and admire, the list is endless but I tend to keep it to myself for some unknown reason

At least that's what I remember..

That's all what goes through my mind

Oh, my head?

That's the only place we meet now.