It has happened

You don't know how, but it happened.

And it happened the way beautiful things happen: fast and creepy.

Have you ever seen how the wind is cut with a sharp blade? So subtle and lewd. You can even feel a chill when you hear, in an exhilarating second, how the empty space screams.

From top to bottom,

like when I feel you and I can't sleep.

From left to right,

like when I remember all summer scenes I long for.

And if I continue along that path, now you are in the next image.

And a colorful sky in California.

A one that burns.

A one that is zealous to see us coming back home in Shadow.

To have you by my side,

with one foot on the ground

and the other about to take the next step.

To have me by my side,

Holding my own hand

and the other floating to count every single mole in your body.

Even if it doesn't make much sense,

even I am not ready for something like that,

nor do I feel capable of cutting through the air, subtle and lewd.

I am to float.

I am to set the fire on fire,

I am to -simply- be.

The importance of having something to lose,

the nice thing about taking a chance is

not to be prepared to have it,

or neither be prepared to bet;

and whether you win or lose,

at least you will have been able to choose.