her smile is a wave that moves sideways

it is the flaw of seeing with unbiased eyes . . . you become fixated instead on the pendulum-like swinging . . . back and forth, all things covered, back and forth. if you are one of those greedy with moments, this saturation of an always different everydayness should be for you. say this is a dare . . . i dare you to love.

to lose track of time. thoughts rendered incoherent just because there is a lack of the idea of the order of time in it. you no longer remember things according to what happened first nor how long the moments lasted . . .

when you fall in love, you do not fear the person you are falling for per se. it's the beautiful images that come with her--a fear that you might disappoint, yourself most of all. if love is blind, it could as well go deaf too. you have become a part of your own concepts. reality. beautiful images. now with you in it . . .

and now here's the smile . . .

you dared.ü

gnyt . . . just a good night this time . . . ü