Legs entangled in my warm white sheets as the hurricane blows intensely outside the room. As the motionless atmosphere of the room stays silent, the rest of the world is running against the gust of wind. You and I lie voluntarily trapped against one another. Beautiful silence. Suffocation and drowning in you, every day, every night and in every dream. I gather you, me and magic into perfect scenarios that are only ever fit for a brilliantly written novel in the 19th Century. I rest my chin on your clavicle, and breathe in your warm scent, the smell before rain, the smell of fresh cigarettes, the smell of sweetness and love.
Let's share the air we breathe as one
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
It's clear that we belong in another world. We were made for dreams and beautiful films, amazing old literature elegantly written in a language that you can't read. You exist in all the colours of the rainbow. Sometimes even colours that don't exist. We're each other's escape. You, the anchor that keep my feet on the ground. The blood that pumps through my veins. The invisible universe that is my mind. The fire that ignite my bones when you touch my skin. My favourite thing about life.
We are two restless, jaded people that have attached ourselves to one force. We are wide awake in a mind-blowing dream.
It's not always perfect though...
We get lost really easily. But you always seem to find me in the midst of a crowd, choose me from the rest and I happily hand myself over to you. I see the sight of you, and I come alive again every time.
Us
Our
We
You&Me
Our rambling conversations. Indulgence in hot baths. Talking to you not about anything, but about absolutely everything in detail. Irrelevant chit chat. Made-up words to explain our love for one another. Gibberish frustration. The impossibility to ignore you and be mad at you. We make sense
"The universe is brought back from the brink of destruction, every time you smile."
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