Writing about passion and desire isn't very new to me, but this feeling I'm having, kind of is.
This person I tend to write about, is someone I have known for a very little time, but have already affected me much, for my thinkings are all about him...
All the beautiful ideas I often get and dreams, Oh the dreams that are driving me to the less sane human being I could ever become.
Everytime I lay my body on the top of my bed, seeking for a rest, for my body is quite active as well as my days are... The moment my head reaches the pillow, all intentions of sleep suddenly disappear, and a wave of thinking soon nestles in my head. I start dreaming before even sleep gets to me, I start seeing all the scenes I'd ever want to come true and to take place at some point, in my so hollow life.
At that very moment everything grows interesting in my head that it gets determined to realize at least one percent of all it desires, and maybe more. It is not surprising for me to mention that "He" is quite what all these dreams are about, for how thirsty my soul gets in order to reach hims, for how passionate my self gets just the while he appears in my daily thoughts.
I no longer can satisfy my weakened body with a decent duration of sleep. For my thoughts are so disturbed or for better say graced with thoughts of him every now and then. I am known to be pleased by least, and what could please my tired body is to just have hims laying right next to mine, to have my waist so thin surrounded by his very delicate arms. That would get me to sleep as peaceful and sound as I never did. But soon my thinkings get overfatigued that I fall asleep seeking to reach him once more, in my second dream that is more likely to be one.
Shall I also describe how grin rejoins my soulful self as I wake up on the sound of my mobile singing his name on its screen, how I soon start convincing him that I am in no need to go back to sleep, as he apologizes for waking me up. For my sleep is far from being as perfect as my condition at that very moment. His voice couldn't get more perfect just like his words are. I never get too affected with words for they wouldn't cease to be just words that sound so beautiful but meaningless, but Oh how his words affect me, my body soon gets filled with all butterflies that have ever exsisted in this entire universe, as my heart starts rushing its pounds and speaking them outloud.
This all might sound overrated for some of you, my dear readers, but if I am to write all I'm feeling, this would be quite the least I could ever say.
As I pointed earlier that I have known "Him" for a very little time, I feel like I've known him for ages... My mind is kind of blocked, and it's my desire that is speaking for me, or in this case, writing these few lines for me.
In such a short period I got to learn about the food that appetites him the most, the colors and numbers with which he is so indifferent that he can't even pick a favorite. He attracts me and this word doesn't seem much expressive for how attached I am to him. For a smile that cheers me up the second i hear it. For such a personality that gets along well with mine for he has all the qualities I could ask for.
Then comes the part that is quite the hardest in this whole "attractiveness story". As I've been mentioning, we are the closest humankind can ever get, yet, he is a world away from me. Well, not quite that far but it feels so for how many times I'd just seek for a hug of hims, a look of hims or a kiss of his fine lips so fresh and scarlet.
I have written much already, but I still insist that I swear for the dearest lives that this is quite the less I could ever write about such an awe-inspiring individual.
August 16th 2015 and this is not a poem.