the soft feeling in my skin after i first open the windows in a week morning like a tuesday,
or wednesday early, before eight.
everything feels fresh when it's early enough
and i like the feeling of early things against myself.
early trains, the sound of early birds
magnets of a kind passion that never lived
and never will.
i like the color of lips before a kiss and adore the texture of eager skin before a fight.
i believe in strength,
of character
of love
of understanding.
i like the smell of familiar dreams, the cold shoulder from those who i'm indifferent to, i like to hear it how it's supposed to come out.
i can't stand fenced demons nor demons in disguise.
i like vacancy signs.
and can't stand the restroom ones.
i love the night, when it reaches that endless hour, when i'm no longer scared of the emptiness that waits for me, when i've conquered such fears. i like the fact that they are present and grateful, every other night, close to me - close enough i could kiss them.
i like it when i can kiss you.
and hug you.
and give you all of those things i wish to receive
even though i won't
quietly.
i like to surround
i like to embrace
but rather be alone
and still
until the bus arrives.
i adore the moon. i like to gaze into things while thinking of other things.
i like to create memories on words and sins, some of which are simple dreams.
i hate many, like some, despise a few.
i wait.
waiting it won't be more than a bad moment. a rotten fruit. it's gonna be alright.
i wait and wait
and like to act
to myself, locked up.
i like the movement of honey dripping slowly, the taste of olive oil in my fingers.
i love it when the fire consumes a candle-wick
an old piece of paper
or my skin.
i like it when it rains, but i love it when it pours.
the smell of sunset after the storm...
i like it more and more.
i do.
