A surrender, bittersweet
There aren't any shortage of sunburns
you will feel in the heat of someone looking at you
The difference is awkward.
its palpable,
Like a sudden storm approaching midnight
Ice-cold, bitter cocoa that has abandoned its taste behind your back
slowly creeps up to you
in slow sips of catching of eyes (or feelings),
you no longer feel alone in the world.
It is just a matter of time till mid-summer hits,
write down what you want in life,
write it down in one restless sitting
Only to find that your tale comes in 1000 different paragraphs all hung up in different trees.
All waiting to be uprooted in the distant storm approaching
On some days, you are your own world
For the rest, you are someone others’.
(ends)
The difference between knowing and not knowing, your true feelings, is sometimes awkward. You're almost sunburnt in the heat of someone looking at you and yet you cant address this unrest. You let it subtly dismantle your balance, you let it rule your mind. Even bitter cocoa taken in slow sips abandons its taste behind your back, but unfailingly it creeps up to you.
