How do I know I'm not hallucinating?
's all in my head, but perhaps a little' outside.
Outside, in an unspecified location. Maybe even in a place .
I found out I had faith, so much faith to even think of abandoning it, now, leave all my projects in a drawer and the expectations of a life full of large companies, everything, now, to remain forever closed in meditation.
Curious, because are not a believer. And I dare not disturb any God, because it is not simply a religious belief that I miss, I do not believe in anything.
I love you.
And I certainly improper use of words, but you will forgive me if I feel so small, so inadequate, they can not achieve a better definition.
have been in love: I loved with tenderness, anger, devotion, passion, patience, I loved people and ideas, I knew, so small in my experience, many meanings of this great cauldron of meanings, enough to know that this is completely new.
Will you forgive me and understand that "love" is the only concept that comes closest to what I see .
Why do I see a lot of things, my love.
Right now I'm the seeing all .
'm always here in my room and my room has not changed, my house has not changed, my city still has the same profile bored, there is a sofa, a desk, books, a balcony with green curtains, and are always these things that my senses perceive.
And 'I can not honestly say I ever seen before.
I read a book, another useless book. I was losing time, that's what I do. The fact is that I would have lost anyway, as I will continue to lose. Every grain of sand that sits quietly in the hourglass, I will lose ;, more, more, more, until I discovered how to win a bit ', or at least stop him. Tear off at least a few precious seconds to the non-life, to give it life.
do not deceive me, I'm not naive so, why not stay with you possibly help me in this endeavor.
certainly does not help me write .
But I'm wasting time, and that's what I do. For now.
I read a book (I said) And I thought
I mean I try to explain I just want to let you know
at that moment (and only at that exact moment) I made a wish
I prayed
not you, not me, not men, not gods, not an empirical order
I do not know who or what to me is facing
But I knew
Undoubtedly
None
that somewhere in my head
And as a result somewhere in the Universe
There was a picture. I
there on the bed, lying on its side, the book in one hand.
You, on the bed, lying on its side, give me back.
Both read the same sentence.
We are at that point in the story that precedes the epilogue to the point where the pace suddenly accelerates and runs to the finish line with his heart pounding fast and pages follow each other and are not thinking of anything and is completely absorbed and you can not imagine anything but the end the end the end and what what we want to happen will happen what we expect.
(I find that everything looks like damn immediately preceding orgasm - then you'll understand why I find this strange fantasy erotic , and why in Basically what I am not surprised as you are concerned.)
And then bom.
We turn, we look, we are able to transmit words without any thought.
's easy, since we tried the same thing.
For a split second I thought it would be nice -
I thought I could - or should
-
I thought maybe I will write a letter.
And I'll explain myself, explain to me in such a clear and powerful to get you to fully understand all that this image or just your image means to me. Thank you for that.
I thought just maybe I'll give you the book in question. And
One evening I'll lay on his side and I'll pretend that you are there behind me, or at any place, no matter, to read the same sentence at the same time.
My love, it is difficult to know that I will not do any of this.
hurts, sometimes more, sometimes less.
E 'difficult if the only thing I do, and I grant you, and continue to -
Boh, love you. Or whatever it is that I'm doing right now.
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