Me: lost in the maelstrom of thoughts, shivering in the blizzard of uncertainty, fighting dragons that threaten my horizon every day, counting the dead leaves found on my path to know how many delusions spread in the night, listening the butterflies in my stomach, crushing the mischievous worm of suspicion that crawls into my heart, extincting bugs scattered through my mind, mixing colours in the cocktail of feelings, holding my dreams close to my soul, afraid one day they will catch wings and leave me empty, asking my hopes whether they are going to shine one day, cherish whatever wind might bring, screaming my despair from time to time to a deaf audience.
You: question mark shaped humanly, mystery wrapped in sweet guilt, cosine and sine, a phase shift between us, just as different as the way our shirts button up.

