SPACE - Masacarne

Moved, when i checked on you first, wrecked you writing tons of letters, and cheers when you first expected it, but never imagined such a dragon, when I got an hold of your hand, and asked your permission, in the middle of my mission, such a young innocent boy, couldn't even recognize people's voids, couldn't check on people's eyes, such a white paper, a book to fill, and my response at first when my phone would ring of a message by such goddess of uknown feelings, which had passed through rings of processing thoughts and life experiences, "I get what I want and what my eyes seek", such a phrase in a drunken way, yet more well spelled than the rest, a feeling on my chest, fear, dear would you light a candle in front of me, so you could be better explained to my innocent brain, and experimented science of being passive, new across the border, back from a quite long travel, of studying, of drinking and sinking in the tunnel of fun. You became my sun, such a kid, with those eyes, may I lay my visual in your design, may I enter an altered state of mind, funny or fine, scary or darkening, I would take care of you, safely gardening, a soul wrapped up in the past roundabouts, about that , is your mum ok?, as always smiling with her sweater maybe bought by a cheater  luminous danger, what is happening in your family, what is up with your sisters, but even though you don't peek on the door, how is my bodyless soul of a lost foreign, second mum, of which you incarnated the feeling and the love. What about the first kiss, would me or you behave the same knowing that you would swear a kid, true of fear I would seat and think of it as a joke, still I'd jump and gladly soak.


Masacarne