Sorry, I left the blog unattended for a few days. I promise to keep updating and retrieving the pace right away:)
For now, I leave you with a Draft of a few weeks ago still had not gone ...
suppose there are times when we can touch the sky, being able to hug him, to steal a kiss. But we all know that being dragged underground, that the time tearing your soul, it is much easier. There are times when tears do not know where to slide, there are times that I am bipolar, I'm dying to sleep under your eyes, yet, afraid I have to, because if you go, I'll never sleep peacefully.
there when I feel that my life turned on by a thread, others are rising wingless for the simple thrill to feel the touch of your skin. Sometimes, my life, I feel that anything that can feel real that I complicate the gestures, and show you you're my world does not work with simple kisses. And I apologize for not being able to give you more than my time. Therefore, I propose to close our eyes and pretend that we are not material, we are not bodies. Do not lock ourselves behind the skin. Let's be simple hearts ejecting feeling that hearts are touched without touching or words. Hearts that know how to be more open about his attraction which opposite poles of a magnet that our souls are subjected.
Sometimes I see my tracks soon too intertwined with yours, there when I want to get rid of my being and be just wind to touch and caress my hands do not know, to pass between your lips and mingle with your breath. Sometimes, my life, I fear for the reasons, one that keeps me sane in spite of everything, and also the reason why I wake up every day, that is why I smile. Sometimes, my life, I fear for you. Because everything is so limited that I can give you, with all my heart I want to offer ...
Sometimes
my life ... Sometimes you have to strip off the skin, and leave the soul caress our "I love you" as only the soul knows how to play what is not tangible.
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