Our eyes capture majestical moments while they are open
Even closed we see the un capable being done
It’s like in the movies
We show up to witness greatness, only to be left with disappointment, disapproval of the way the scene was acted out or the scenery not good enough for our eyes
Expensive enough to buy a single ticket
We just don’t tend to remember the behind the scenes do we?
The work that’s done to get that one first kiss that changes everything, right.  The urge to want to go into the screens and tell him or her they love them.
It’s the little things that build up that make the works great.
I can’t say that all behind the scenes are good, because there exist the difficulty of getting a line right or doing a certain stance well.
All that we are and what let people see is two completely opposites, because we develop the urgency of showing only the good of us and forget to show our real selves.
Some of us manage to revel most of our identity, while others can’t let go and hide behind the lies

Fingertips fall delicately onto his skin  
Mastering the art of repairing what’s been forgotten.
Each inch done incorrectly will slowly cover up, wanting to devore what it’s been feed.
He may not mind it at that time, however he will desire more, especially once you’ve left your imprints on his skin.
Closing his eyes,letting out the heat from his mouth rise, enough for you to hear his breathing and make you shiver like dandelions being blown away from the upcoming breeze into the midnight sky
You start to wonder, once again, how this could of been differently if you weren’t able to let your fingertips fall delicately onto his skin =