I'm a fool of Love. I'm a slave of Lust. Both of them laughing at me as they drive away in their big red car, leaving me as a carcass with my shameful blood splattered all around me, smeared flat across the road behind their roaring wheels. Every inch of me is filled with yearning; every single bit of me is full of love. The bees in my head make my brain hum and hum and hum: call me call me call me...
I've guarded my fortress for too long. I was never bullet proof to that shot of bright brown eyes, not when I was fourteen and definitely not now. That shot was aimed straight to the left side of my chest and it hit the beating spot. I can't help myself from falling for those eyes. I can't help my big tumbling machine from recycling all those warm dusty feelings from far far away. I can't help myself from crying for you... I miss you, these words always had their impact on me; they always burned from the inside. I don't want to sink down my throat for much longer. I want to discard all the rocks that put too much pressure on my lungs and stop my breathing every time I think of you. Please come through the glass and join me in my deranged craving for you because this bubble feels so alone without you. Missing your voice is pins and needles that pierce me, and I'm never too careful with these kind of things.
Up in the slowly darkening sky, behind one of Jerusalem's big mountains, the sun is setting. It's red, crimson and golden. The sun is setting and it's round, like your bright brown eyes I can never forget.
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