🌹💜I don't know how you can read me inside +01

🌹💜I don't know how you can read me inside.

To feel myself, 

in the distance, 

as if I lived within the walls of my heart.

I don't know how you kill time. 

To cancel it. 

To crumple day after day as if the present word 

only made sense in your presence.

I don't know how you always get excited.

To amounts without amounts.

To do nothing to keep your place within me, 

yet to be there.

I don't know how you can bring me back there ... 

As if "there" were the only place worth 

returning to.

I don't know how you surprise me.

But that's it ... You surprise me.

I don't know how you feel when I call you. 

Even just with the thought. 

And to feel the frequencies of my heart 

when it beats for you.

I do not know. I don't really know.

But that's the way it is.

It is a fact confirmed by the facts.

It is the reality of a Us that survives 

even without Us. Even without our will.

Perpetual resistance of the two of us.

I remember that it comes back to confuse.

I know you think of me. 

I feel your thoughts on me. 

Thought that meets mine ... 

halfway. 

Frequencies that overlap.

And I ... 

I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU 

DO IT... 💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝