It's hard to tell whether
The Universe put you in front of me
As a test
Or as a Northern star
Or just as any other stranger
Passing by briefly
Causing little ripples
On the surface of my existence.
Or all of them.
It cannot be easy
When your body says yes
Your mind says no
But the heart keeps
Humming that it does
Feel good.
A form of self imposed
Torture.
But maybe there was never meant
To be unity
And the goal is not to quench
The thirst
But to become it
With a feeling of weird satisfaction
That you are indeed the master
And the pupil of the forces
That keep tingling
And creating blue sparks
As you touch someone else's
Skin.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 7:03 AM UTC
It's hard to tell whether
The Universe put you in front of me
As a test
Or as a Northern star
Or just as any other stranger
Passing by briefly
Causing little ripples
On the surface of my existence.
Or all of them.
It cannot be easy
When your body says yes
Your mind says no
But the heart keeps
Humming that it does
Feel good.
A form of self imposed
Torture.
But maybe there was never meant
To be unity
And the goal is not to quench
The thirst
But to become it
With a feeling of weird satisfaction
That you are indeed the master
And the pupil of the forces
That keep tingling
And creating blue sparks
As you touch someone else's
Skin.
