How the winds blow - be it gentle or strong - matters Sometimes it feels good and sometimes it shatters Like leaves in autumn, dancing in the breeze, Or a ship adrift, lost upon the seas.
The way stars shine in endless skies, I long to see myself in your eyes. This body is just a cloth for the soul, But sensation of your touch makes it whole.
Just remembered how i want to do eye connection with someone and how i want to hug someone.