Cold Like War
Build in factual resistance, I could say without any sorrow that it would happen to me. It was so easy, so clean, so tasteful and I was shaking to the bones.
Waiting, waiting, waiting…
2 minutes passed away but for me it was like 2 years. You were not by my side, I didn’t know where to search for, I Just knew I would give you the tightest hug, wrapped in all the good stuff you made me feel, wrapped in the passion I was about to fall for.
As the seconds passed through me I started to remember all the things we’ve said to each other on that cold smartphone app and even in that way, you were the most lovely person I could ever met in my life.
You were art and it was pumping through your veins and every time we talked for hours on the phone, I was sure the world was shrinking and the universe was at our disposal to redraw all reality if we wanted to.
The power I felt while hearing your voice was entrancing; you couldn’t say a word without having my brain connected to another universe, you couldn’t laugh cause I would be transported to heaven, you for sure couldn’t look right at my eyes, our sights were prohibited to shake hands because I knew if this little event took place in the cosmos, my sentence would be my fall.
In this little eternity I was living, all the alcohol and drugs I took to relax were shaking even more than me, I’ve felt protected by chemicals and sure that I would be O.K. after all that.
I was pretty wrong… All my chemicals wouldn’t be able to fight the war about to start and I didn’t have any plans left, but nobody told me the dimensions of this battle.
I was in the field, I was prepared.
“BRING YOUR BOMBS”, I thought…
I’m ready, let’s go.
But then all of sudden I felt it was the exact time to look to my left.
“Hi”.
You know the war?
I’ve lost.
And I didn’t fire a gun.
You could read this listening to “Heart Of Life”, by John Mayer
