Just keep traveling

there is so much things i want to say,
i want to write you an email.

i was speaking to you in the phone today
and there are so many things i wanted to tell you
but there seems never to be the right time.

i want to hold you in my arms
but you are so far away
and i want to sit on that mountain
of yours
i want you to teach me meditation
and tai chi and all this things
and speak until the night become
morning
and i want to have sex with open eyes and
only with touch


i want it to be like before
i want everything to be totally different

you are new and so beutiful
i have just started to get to know you
what should i do
to tell you that my story
are far away clean

and i do not know where i am going.

“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.” 
― Tove Jansson

and in the same time you just fucking hate it.
and love it
and hate it so much that you love it
that you love it so much that you hate it.



Just keep traveling.