A bottle of ink, a pencil or a pen, a spool of thread, couple of needles, a pot of boiling water, a lighter, should be fine. And an idea. I was hoping you could leave something on me, like an initial or some kinda secret code only me and you and not everyone knows. Plus, a steady pair of hands and a pretty good penmanship. Have you decided, are you ready? I'll be waiting; but when the time comes, I'll ask...
I'd made couple of detours 'round the block, keeping my fingers crossed to bump into you but my fingers ain't crossed enough for any to happen. Have you fell into a deep sleep for so many days. I met you while you woke up when I hadn't and I felt your lips on mine. I was ...
Maybe we shldn't talk but how wld we have known if nothing was said. I wldn't know. Faith has told me you're my goal but destiny thought otherwise. I'll give you everything anything, you just have to ask. And I'll kill who you hate. And it wouldn't matter what they say.
There's a guided tour to Rotterdam and I signed up for it. Nothing's planned, just follow blindly. I ain't too excited 'cos you wouldn't be there and there wldn't be much sun nor euros. Didn't know what to pack. Didn't know what to say. Only counting the days to get a glimpse of you or your skin slightly brushed against mine; it's enough. It's crazy.
My twin she kept telling me how impossible it will be but I told her it was you that keeps my mind active. I told her things just happen without any reason and my heart is always on fire for one or more. It wouldn't be for long but it happens. I brought her a Sawyer's Viewmaster with couple of reels on performing animals in the 50's; like myself, she was trilled. It's these lil' things in life that puts a smile on our faces and make our worlds stop for the slightest moment. I told her I was busy and had to go but I was lying to her as I always lied to myself. And we'll meet again, soon.
Tomorrow, better be good.