she says, that she wants to marry me.
she says that she will kill her, if she does

Throwing me back, backwards, back to the enlightening phase.
the place of no worries, a safe place, but where should i stay over?
you are here, there, representing a part of me, of wanted love and care.
those sweet words, that caress, that exchange of lifted awareness
you are here, but not there. if only,
you dont belong there, but you are leading me, poisoning the trustworthiness.
it will not happen, never happen, not here, but you are chasing my dreams.

Netop det at vi ikke kan være sammen, gør at vi vil.

You arrive suddenly, you look deep within and question me
A part of the impossible love. An area within, neglected and tossed away.
Cry, little boy.
Caring, tower of trust. Eroding from below. Erupting.

freedom is riding just in front of me. closer.
words gets carried away, through the hair, turned the head to hear the words. the scent of the hair, the miniscule, the incremental changes.
The rides, the stops, the curves, closer and shifting of energy.
Lean into it, absorbed, lifted up and away from the filthy mud, the burning mountain of waste. Along the riverbed, the swirling, the corners, the unbearable smell.