I can't sleep tonight.
Insomnia.
Everytime I lie on my bed, without even closing my eyes, there's only one face I see : yours. Why.
I reckon it's the one I am the most willing to see, but also the one I don't want to see ever again. Because I have built a castle to you, and I won't let you collapse it.
Tonight, on my bed, I have lived no less than 3 of our impossible reunions. And you always look the same : you have no face. The same name, and the same see-through features.
Once you called me. The other time you knocked on my door. One other time you saw me on stage. Hmm, three impossibly charming events. As a matter of fact, charming because impossible.
Am I trying to reach some balance ? You know : you not thinking about me at all, and me couldn't taking you out of my bloody mind.
Everytime we met, in those awaken dreams, it was like we had no concret bodies, no concret faces, only figures, whispering to each other, caressing their karmas, embracing their dug feelings. So ....
... how would you recognize me anyway ? One hundred years without seeing me ... And twice this time not looking at me ...
I think I'm dumb, or maybe just happy. Yet, I can't be happy with what I have got, or, should I say, with what I haven't got.
You are like this ghost entity. You attract me, however I fear having to be in front of you again.
You are like this stain that won't go away. This permanent mark, right onto the most vulnerable part of my heart, ready to enlight whenever I feel released. You're a burden, and my feelings are its chains.
A stain that won't go away .....
... maybe it's just me who doesn't want to do the laundry ...
Once again, I turned one of your faults into mine ... I am always doing this : protecting this image I have made of you ... This image of a nice guy, helpful, generous, handsome, right, and unalterable. I don't know you, you could be the exact negative.
Who's is toying with whom in our inexistant relationship ?