The glue keeping me together

Constant uplifting sensations beneath the skin… shivers, trembles, shakes, quakes… it’s obvious that something’s cooking inside, reaching high point – screaming to get out. What a thrill, leaving me in symptoms – breathless!

A full rediscovery of feelings, new and fairer meaning of the phrase “hot as hell”; and in its totality of splendor, I succumb and let myself go with that flow. In the entire district of myself, I stand on the rise, eagerly on alert to hear the sound of the gun, so that I can start my furious sprint. 

There, in that run, when the speed takes hold of me, when I reach the limits of the body, when muscles should tear apart in spasms and bones break like they’re nothing – I don’t fall apart, because the only glue keeping me together is that woman… so, I run faster!

Incredible!

Challenging youth with curiosity, pushing and learning with feelings, beyond needs. No roads, only racetracks. Existential imperfection in life, but with knowledge that wealth and happiness always arrive promptly when they appear from the inside. A strength of will, birthmarks of wisdom, the power to believe and take appropriate actions, ideals of purity and home of everything that is regarded as good, superlatives in human behavior, exemplary notions of beauty, smile... fucking hell, this girl is far beyond academic interest, is this arousal that I feel!? 

All of this, and more, packed in such a petite body, in a most beautiful youth. I stand here impressed beyond faith, with a smile, (and believe it or not) utterly speechless, she has just brought me back to school… and she, only with her twenty something years of age, stands across any believe which I hold as most firm, challenging in rush everything that is me… she beckons! I’m compelled to consider myself invited…

To feel just to feel

Right now… weird attractions come to rise, perverting any residual trace of common sense.

Words become irrelevant, undesirable… only feelings remain to stand tall without any need for interpretation. A mixture of notes echoing and quaking the entire region that is me. To feel just to feel, and nothing less.

I soar into the heights of my youth deliberately deleting into oblivion every single thought able to be transformed into articulate speech. I leave the mists of any form of abstract thinking to kiss the shadows of remembrance, letting it all to shrink into a pale dot aiming toward invisibility. Forgiven and forced into a closed loop, in there thought can only have dominion upon itself, trapped into an endemic region where it can freely thrive and remain in its essence what it really is... an unwanted distraction!

Occupied with draft in the head and with a heart full of smiles, I know that life is an open system, resistant to entropy, pretty much simple and easily likeable.