I sometimes feel like I'm exploding.

I just feel it. The atoms that make me are disbanding. Out of time. Neither slowly nor fast.

I'm here. I'm one. I'm standing in the river bed, with every Me inside, melting themselves in one another. I'm there. I'm one. It's so rare. I only spread like that when it happens. Obviously, you can explode if you're one with yourself. Isn't it madly beautiful ? When the wings become tentacles. Feelers running all over.

I saw my friends, today. I saw their all. They were so beautiful. It felt good. But I couldn't tell them. I couldn't say anything right. I couldn't stay near anyone. Not even you. Especially you.

Your eyes are so much... Meeting them for a second feels like a bomb of beauty hitting my entire being. Your eyes. They fill me with perfection. Those imperfect perfections that make me want to taste you. Is that bad ? I already feel you. You know that, right ? I feel you from afar, it has to be enough.

You're scared. I think you're scared. Your mind flees so far away to protect yourself from me. You don't want me. You don't even care, deep down. You just want me to stop feeling you that much. I know.

I'm sorry. I'll behave. I'll hide how much I try to stop. How much I respect you. How much I cry inside when my everything is aware of you. I'll behave. You have no idea how talented I am to do that.

But still. It's real. It feels good. I feel like a goddess when you're here to charm my dragon. It's something that can be silenced, but it'll still be real.