I wanted to eat the world, to fly without further ado my dreams through the universe of the freedoms I had longed for before.
To spread my wings, to gather momentum from the last exhalation of air of life that I still had, and to let myself be carried wherever she wanted by the four cardinal points that marked the directional rose of her winds.
On my journey, I crossed paths with the one who was the word, the musical note, the rhyme or the verse of the one who felt me as hers in my flight.
I was the hidden kiss, stolen from lips that were not mine in a dark alley, with enough magic to be original sin, to lose my sanity and composure, leaving the sane world aside to be madness.
I was someone's umbrella in the acid rain of toxic tears that invaded the sadness of a soul and the confusion of a living heart, that made of us, two in the same bed.
I was the desire not left unnoticed, the furtive of an adventure that could not be told, the beautiful secret that scratched more and more moments of time consumed, the lesson of life to examples explained, the putting into practice of the whispered words that you read in my eyes and never dared to realise.
Being you, being me, a dance of intertwined identities, a synchronised flight through emotions.
I was the word that caressed your soul, the music that transported you to another world, the verse that whispered secrets to you.
I was the kiss that stole your sanity, the umbrella that protected you from your own fears.
I was everything you dared not be, everything you longed for but could not. And at that crossroads, we became one, sharing a destiny that defies the logic of the world.
