I was here. And he was there.

I do not know what to say, but I knew what I meant. I needed to say.

And he wanted to hear.

I craved the need to explain intolerance to ignore it. I explained the anxiety. He ignored the intolerance. I smiled, light and energy, followed by a bang, with the panting. He hypnotized, recoiled in two reflecting mirrors, along with rapid heartbeat. I poked it, trembling. He replied, hot. I jumped in awe, he in despair. I touched the ground of obligation, it by choice. I'd change the channel - he would change places. I roll, dazed, wondering. He blinks, stunned, confused. I cut out risk and uncertainly. It unites and changes, expectations. I forget the scissors, irritated. He reminds her, wary. I despise, and despise me. He blames himself and appreciates me. I open the window and scream, then lock the door and watch the wind, in reply, shaking the curtain. It surrounds us, envelops us. I hear a crash behind, and then a slight pain. He rushes and rolls affection. I calm down and get scared, it calms me down and gets scared. I throw the fluorescent beam. It transpires, wrists unguided. I desire an explanation, he tolerates the ignorance. I advance. He paused. I turn, and he stops.

And he stops.

I'd bow, in redemption, so I feel the fire stirring up strong and warm, whispering hope. He would forward me just, safe and decided to soft words, calm and persuasive in a low and sound good.

Just want to put it somewhere, because the program I use to write texts are saving in codes. I do not know how that happened, hope change it.
Anyway, hope you imagine my creation.
Hugs,
Moonchild Aline