How can I or my body crave
you or your attention so very grave
When I have not even said more
than the simplest greetings while your

skin has not even met mine in ways
I would imagine. It is not you
who is my most desire, it is only
the image my mind prepares

But if it truly were you in person
that would travel further than
my mind could be, far beyond all

I ever could imagine, my only fear
is that the distance between us is even
greater than the distance I could run.

I can imagine how my dad must've felt
everytime I asked a question during
one of those films we watched together,
as a family. I was too young to concentrate.
In fact I still can't concentrate on movies.
I'm writing this while watching one.
Even when I don't concentrate, I have
noticed the important things. I'd prove
to you that I am different, but I can't.
I guess that makes me just another living soul
Determined by his actions, past and present.
If not his actions it's his looks or hobbies that are judged
Still this universe is closer to utopia any universe will ever be.

Isn't it so that love was in it's prime
25 years ago. When you met someone
it was different, better, more special.
I can't stop thinking about when I play
a game, I feel the need to have done
every single thing, to have seen every
single ending. Life is nothing like that,
no redo's, sidepaths or bossfights.
Well, maybe some bossfights.

Impressive, how timing can ruin all.
Such a short moment in time, enough
to make everything dear to you fall.
Without control I buy, eat, yell and

hurt, most of all, hurt, people I do
not wish to hurt. I am not myself
It is not my fault, I just can't explain
Believe me when I say: 'I'm sorry.'.

The pursuit of ignorance, bliss
and happiness. Perfection found
in a smile or in a tear, that is,
only to be seen, without a sound.

The view is all it takes, whatever
it takes to get that view, that
specific feeling, carefree thoughts,
an empty head. I guess I'll never

be not awake at night in bed,
with a mind that's everything but flat,
pained a little more with every tread,
and deeply vague, tied with knots.

As long as you keep craving desperately
your life will never make you run breathlessly