The cold dark ocean waves are swaying back and forth to no one on the shore, as they sparkle the yellowish light that reflects from the lamp post I'm right in front of. To see it whilst the wind rapidly crosses the tiny bones in my ears makes me shiver inside and out. The air is bringing your scent to my defenceless head, moving it throughout an aura of good mixed feelings.
I am just thinking about you. About how you swapped me from my blank state to this era of suddenly understanding it all. I've kept myself way too much in a place I don't quite fit. We tend to think it is okay to force things for a bit, for the sake of trying and growing up, for the sake of the new experiences, and for the sake of us all being humans and somehow having to get through it all. I strongly agree. We all do things that don't exactly feel right, even after a certain period of time. I just keep thinking we must come to a limit on those. That we should listen to our urge for changes.
I wouldn't change the way I feel for your eyes, thou.
Your enormous amber-hazel coloured eyes, that have kept myself following their path and have blushed my cheeks since day one.
Of course I still don't understand it all. I don't think we ever will. I just keep thinking on changes, I just keep thinking on changing.
And I think about your eyes. It gets a lot heavier when the wet breeze from the sea comes along with your perfume. Somehow, we're gonna get throught it all. Maybe even get along with the mixed feelings.
And, for the sake of us all being humans, I'll be right here, back to my blank state, making changes. And, of course, thinking of you.