I was lost sailing through the smooth waters of my thoughts when you came knocking in again. I looked at your eyes and watched your eagerness to climb on the deck of my sanity. The great captain of that big stable ship I once was mesmerised of. But since that day when that big piece of metal shit of yours almost drive and crushed through me, I have long wandered on the different path I believe you wouldn't take.
But there you are. Reaching for some firm grasp of your reality. A reality where I and my boat barely existed. But still, I lend a hand to save neither one of us. But still, I did. More than the friction, more than the warmth, more than the intense feeling, the spark I was expecting from that contact seems to be extinct. As if it never happened. And your hands are damp and cold. As if the blood escaped your veins after being too much submerged on the water.
Or am I the one who became numb.
With the frostbite I had with this chilly sails I've started alone.
Though you reminded me of my need to be touched. That synapse between my skin to someone. Something that would elicit chemical reactions inside me. Reactions I thought I'd feel as I maintain that firm grip in your hands, and those hugs that seemed forever..
Now. They were all empty.
And I bet mine to you was just a mere sailor's touch. As always.Labels: heart, life, original, summer