About the sparks in your words,
the sharp shape of your hugs,
the anxiety of your absence...
It's all about the sweetness only I can see in you,
and the naive and stupid I become when I believe it's real.
About micro worlds and huge realities that don't fit in them,
about depth and intense red,
shaky hands and a fast racing heart,
about alive nights and dead days.
It's all about the bounce of your twisted spirit, my friend,
the entertainment of it,
the invention of a version of you,
the power of switching you off,
open all the new windows,
find the right keys
and go away with them...
