People in Transit

"People In Transit"

my latest fleeting romance

Our chat was a blast but maybe you are some sort of a computer

When you where swimming my way

I saw the embeds

I saw the numbers

But I stayed, for a while

I will not cover up the story saying just the assholes will switch all my greatness up

But you prefer the distractions

Not who is prepared

Never, what I once for a few hours

My soul flows

All devotion, the fleeting devotion was killed in time

I have a different romantic sight

I’m a short-term romantic

I like the small doses of soul, the quick connection

I fall in love with their words and the way their look through the world

I live this feeling for a while not for long

Sometimes and mostly, just for a few days

The melancholy to not have, inspire me

Sometimes their get back

I like to call us "people in transit"

So I enjoy every part of love and inspiration of our greatness, even the bitter greatness we share with each other

I bring to life, I feel it much, and writing I let our story go, with loads of love 

I will become personal

In some way I feel you have lot to say and share

About life, about music, cinema, yourself

That’s what I get attached in a gentle way in people

What’s their ideas about literature, emotions and aesthetics 

I want someone to prove me wrong, or at least, show me a side I’ve never saw

Even if  I'm sleeping on it

Mostly, I do not agree but I feel the joy of the new, and the respect of each other perspective

A love without a lover

Or with a lot of lovers

Inside my soul, keeping a room, cozy room

Cool candles

Sometimes is like a half a hour talk, but some can be more present then some who I talk everyday, at work, or at the gym

We never know why exactly

Meantime I feel 200%

I care

I know the whole process of my heart and head

Tricky

Metaphorical

After a few years I get it, will pass

Sometimes take years

Had times which still going on

You, if you want to know, will take a few days or weeks

Because of the misunderstanding of my part

Or yours

Ours

I used to think I was always falling in love

Not always romantically

Sometimes in a soul form

Now I know we need more

To give and receive love

Nothing matters

We have no choice when the subject is love

What I'm writing here, I would be confused

If was love, I would be writing in a non sense way, my favorite words

But I’m not

I don’t care about your music

I’m more interested in your heart and soul

Or I had a misunderstanding vibe come from your words and songs

Stole my mind and solve your crimes.

C