XXLove letters

 

 

 

When we stumble over the impossible,

 

 

Love synchronizes vibrations of souls,

Sex is procreation of time,

The unified energy system is more important than knowledge,

It guarantees moving forward,

It has an enormous creative potential,

Sex is the skill to tune instruments that have been already perfectly tuned by the genius love,

 

Christmas lights speak physics,

It is the nature of love,

Lights saturate lovers with thick shimmering substance,

He wears clear lens glasses,

He wants to look older,

He wants to look sophisticated,

He wants the secretary who likes his dad,

 

She lies down and reads poems,

It’s her attempt not to cry,

Being tired of waging war he wears boots and silence,

He bursts into hysterical laughter,

An exploding bomb replaces his badly broken heart,

His chances have just been blown,

She walks on tiptoes holding a broken stiletto heel in her hand,

Her eyes are starless,

Shrouded in night,

 

He is with his friends,

He refuses to grow,

The seventeen-year-old share the same grimace of contempt,

I can tell you numerous stories about lost souls,

Why they are always alone after they have understood something very important,

To escape death they know more than one way to kill themselves,

Every day bit by bit,

 

There is no pain fitting its best description,

I tried to describe it,

It seems I failed,

We are walking along the edge,

Where rapidly melting snow meets a tiny river,

Where reflections drown,

I look into the water,

Why do we speak on any topic avoiding the ones that hurt?

 

Why do I still repeat your name?