Essence

I cannot capture your essence, only your silhouette stays, all the details all the beauty hidden away. You are perfect, you are distorted, you haven´t good to say, you do not trust me to be vulnerable, you rather go way.

You are like the ocean´s salty water that I adore, when I emerge into you, you infiltrate my brain, you get into my head. And when you have left and all the water has drained away your salt remains, I feel it burning me, killing me slowly, and keeping me preserved in this lost state, so that I may never change.

Why so cruel, I ask? But are you truly this? I believe you are much more, you are an abyss, of moons, planets, stars, of galaxies, you´ve become the whole Universe to me. So sudden, I know, and for no apparent reason, I might be going through a faze where days pass like seasons. So much time to think, to worry, to feel lonely. To be lost then found again, in a matter of seconds I’ve learnt everything.

So, why most life take so long to finish? Maybe it´s because it hasn’t yet begun, maybe I do not only feel that I am waiting, but I am truly waiting.

I have to be patient, one day, one night when I´m in the front of the line, I will start living once it has all slipped away.