I thank God for the time. Something bigger than my logic, the untouchable space but becomes so real in my every single breath. I remember that time, the time when I had no words, the time when I enjoyed that silence. It proved me the way they said that somehow silence connects some people in a way that words never could. I worshiped that silence, I cursed the noise.
Then there was the time when I finally broke that silence. There were some unexpected words, looked like a bridge that provided us a way to hold each other. Life became the star that time, some words danced like idiots and told me how I began an idiot. I faced him thinking how stupid to live with my arrogance. I took my shovel and buried it, so deep then I couldn't see it anymore. Got beyond his eyes and his smile and his words and his life, I was at something bigger than the time it self. I couldn't even touch my smallest logic.
I fell asleep that morning thinking about the life that might have been changed. Maybe it would be more surprising, bring me kinda glittery moment that got me wonderstruck if everything about him could be attached in mine. I didn't expect "us", I still thought of "me" and "him" that morning. My heart didn't stop, just beat faster - but embraced me to breath anything fresher.
Now I thank God for that time because it gets me any braveness to admit something, even though it isn't kinda cherry on top. Even though it still can't bring me into the timeless case, but who knows? I have no power to guarantee anything and don't want to have it. Who am I begging for it? I really don't care because most of all, I simply get so caught up in my every single imagination about that "me and him" weirdness.
Ah, I'm getting absurd. I'm worse than hangover. I'm plum flipped over him.
