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Questions of my life.
It's hard, I know, but we have to wake up. I slowly open my eyes and the small room looks magical when I realize you are awaking beside me. And you do, you open your eyes and your early looks blows me away. As always. You got the power over me.
I ask you if you slept well and a moody moan comes out from your mouth as you stretch your body. I'll take that as a yes. Your hand lands on my back as I sit in the bunk. I feel it. I feel you.
I turn around to give you a sweet, condescending gesture of gratitude. Your hand leaves my back and hold my hand provoking my eyes to raise my look to find your gaze. Your kiss on my lips helps me to wake up completely. It makes me whole. You make me whole.
We don't need words, we don't want to talk but we know as soon as we walk out that door all the ashes of pain will come to haunt us. An agonizing Tank will remind us how lonely we are. A destroyed Neb will tell us our house is almost collapsed. An overwhelmed Morpheus will show us uncertainty in all its majesty.
The wounds in your body will yell at me, making me feel selfish for having you by my side just hours after I myself brought you back to life.
I look down and your fingers raise my chin. You see the pain in my eyes. You understand.
And, with my eyes, I ask you: for how long, Neo? For how long? And your arms that now hold me tight tell me you don't care about periods or extensions in time. You believe in endurance, thought I'm not so sure if I'll be strong enough to survive all this pressure. One day, it all will be over, your eyes brush mine, and somehow I know they're right.
But when, Neo? When? And no, you don't have a certain date but your gaze makes it clear to me we'll make it through together.
Why? I need to know it. My soul needs your certainties to be healed. And you whisper it. Your skin whispers it: because you love me too, you need me too. And I don't care if you are talking about instantaneous dependence, I take it. I take you till the end of times.
My pupils reflect my thoughts and my silly expressions talk about how vulnerable I get when I talk about your presence within me. You look adorable, a bit surprised, but adorable.
"What?" you ask.
"Nothing" I reply. I just grab your waist and I make myself home in your chest. What, you asked, and love I reply, everything is the response, we know.
I close my eyes and I ask you: who, neo, who? My hand caresses your pretty face as your hand holds mine and you tell me that it's you, and you tell me that it's me, and me meets you and they become us.
You sit in the bunk and look into my eyes.
"Trin" you say "I don't care who I am or where am I or what I do, actually."
"I don't understand" I tell you, taking your hand.
"I need nothing but knowing you are with me."
Yes, my private answer. I kiss your lips and we slowly get out of bed, while trying to find our strength to start our day.
Yes. This is me. This is you. This is us.
Questions of my life.
It's hard, I know, but we have to wake up. I slowly open my eyes and the small room looks magical when I realize you are awaking beside me. And you do, you open your eyes and your early looks blows me away. As always. You got the power over me.
I ask you if you slept well and a moody moan comes out from your mouth as you stretch your body. I'll take that as a yes. Your hand lands on my back as I sit in the bunk. I feel it. I feel you.
I turn around to give you a sweet, condescending gesture of gratitude. Your hand leaves my back and hold my hand provoking my eyes to raise my look to find your gaze. Your kiss on my lips helps me to wake up completely. It makes me whole. You make me whole.
We don't need words, we don't want to talk but we know as soon as we walk out that door all the ashes of pain will come to haunt us. An agonizing Tank will remind us how lonely we are. A destroyed Neb will tell us our house is almost collapsed. An overwhelmed Morpheus will show us uncertainty in all its majesty.
The wounds in your body will yell at me, making me feel selfish for having you by my side just hours after I myself brought you back to life.
I look down and your fingers raise my chin. You see the pain in my eyes. You understand.
And, with my eyes, I ask you: for how long, Neo? For how long? And your arms that now hold me tight tell me you don't care about periods or extensions in time. You believe in endurance, thought I'm not so sure if I'll be strong enough to survive all this pressure. One day, it all will be over, your eyes brush mine, and somehow I know they're right.
But when, Neo? When? And no, you don't have a certain date but your gaze makes it clear to me we'll make it through together.
Why? I need to know it. My soul needs your certainties to be healed. And you whisper it. Your skin whispers it: because you love me too, you need me too. And I don't care if you are talking about instantaneous dependence, I take it. I take you till the end of times.
My pupils reflect my thoughts and my silly expressions talk about how vulnerable I get when I talk about your presence within me. You look adorable, a bit surprised, but adorable.
"What?" you ask.
"Nothing" I reply. I just grab your waist and I make myself home in your chest. What, you asked, and love I reply, everything is the response, we know.
I close my eyes and I ask you: who, neo, who? My hand caresses your pretty face as your hand holds mine and you tell me that it's you, and you tell me that it's me, and me meets you and they become us.
You sit in the bunk and look into my eyes.
"Trin" you say "I don't care who I am or where am I or what I do, actually."
"I don't understand" I tell you, taking your hand.
"I need nothing but knowing you are with me."
Yes, my private answer. I kiss your lips and we slowly get out of bed, while trying to find our strength to start our day.
Yes. This is me. This is you. This is us.