lunes, 25 de marzo de 2013

Are we or are we not?

I want to jump the gun. I want to take it slow. I want to say yes. I want to say no. I want it clear, but it can't be. I want to think what my heart wants and want what my head thinks. I want to be crazy. I want to be serene. I want the confusion, the illusion, the distilled sensations, the rush, the rain. I want to be thine, whoever that might be. I want to stay mine. I want to break away. I want to stick through this. I want to wreak havoc in thy mind, in thy heart. I want thee far. I want thee close. I guess I don't really know, but I wish I could jump the gun and jump into the pool, be it empty or full, yet a second it takes for thee to break what takes years to make.

Am I a modern Juliet again?

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?"