There is no way my thoughts can be changed.

We fear there is something unknown
the secret we share keeping its owns
the point that we feel we miss
the endless rope we seem to be bound with.

We know this is not a common dot
a weak connection traveling where our fingers cross
a perfect edge ready to cut our threads
the ones that we care so much of.

After all
after all the insanity passed
i knew that my mind
rested in the exact same borderline
as yours had.

Some time ago I would have never thought
of how the sound of a voice
how the combination of words
can travel through a person's head
get to their blood type and
mix within its cells.
And now, every time i hear you talk
my body starts to ache
sensitizing my skin and
awakening those nerves
that were hidden underneath.

If i had never found myself between
these incongruent curves of uncertainty
leading echoes with unsteadiness
i would have never seen the slight figures
dancing at the corner's eye
with such energetic impulse
to shoot at the night
running and leaving it all behind
when those blue circles then impregnated
it made the day last longer
the decision had been taken
     already.