I wish you're here, or better, I'm there. The days we spent together were too short, too brief. Take me away, we can fly to the moon, pack our luggage, jump on a boat, and sail endlessly across the oceans, travel around the world over and over again. It doesn't matter where, as long as you're here. Just, take me away, to heaven or to hell.

Hello the guy with blond hair and blue eyes!

I'm a pretty self-conscious person and whenever someone looks at me, I get pretty uncomfortable. It's like as if there's something on my face, there's something with my clothes, basically just something wrong with me.

So, yesterday I was waiting for the bus at the busstop and there was a guy, who was similarly waiting for the same bus as well. He kept looking at me, or rather in my direction, which made me kind of uncomfortable, despite his beautiful blue eyes and blond hair. If I were to flatter myself a little, I could say, perhaps, he wanted to make friends with me and there's nothing wrong making friends with people  in college, But Blue-eyed boy, perhaps you could just speak up. Looking at me and sitting near me on the bus doesn't really help. Eventually I did managed to talk to him...

I didn't expect,

what I didn't dare to pass to you back then,

becomes something of so much joy to me.

Despite the time and whatsoever there is,

a simple appreciative gesture from you,

brings me among the clouds,

from the burning flame.

I miss you; I wish I could talk to you more often, but I just don't know what. Still, it's incredible that we're friends now! How interesting fate is. 

Now I'm so excited to make my way to the Post!

Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII

I saw a wake at the open space near my house. I hope yours will be there tonight. :)