I want to leave at times. Leave this restless world behind. Leave these unbearable hustling and all this shuffling entities that blanket me in an unwelcome stuffiness.
I want to leave at times. Leave these white lights behind. Leave all these flat LCD’s emitting muted solid colors of unimportant and irrelevant information – Gossip.
I want to leave at times. Leave all my thoughts behind. Leave all the plans and all the deadlines binding me in chains of numbers and pricking me like the needle-like hands of the clock.
I want to leave at times. Leave all the questions behind. The doubts and the unforeseen possibilities of the inconsequential future ahead of us – a blurring image.
I want to leave at times. And come to you. To hear only the shuffling whispers of your silky hair, your quite breaths. I want to come to you and look into your eyes where the sun would set with that tiny glittering spark that pulls me into my resting place – your warm heart, your soul’s palace. I want to be held in your arms to save me from the storm of thoughts in my head, the questions and the doubts, and into the Euphoric Abyss of your love.