Hangover

Hey you, yes you.

Funny how all the noise couldn't drown the screaming inside of me earlier.

I felt it. You probably didn't, or maybe you did.

How am I supposed to know?

Perhaps.

Your hesitations and my inhibitions.

It was screaming loud, and it was all I could hear.

The slow motions of how everything moved.

I felt like my spirit was slow dancing with you.

This should not go beyond words,

Beyond the prose of my tiny literary world for you,

a world unknown to others.

Because...

I'm afraid I'll easily break with just a touch.

Easily succumb if we'd lie down and look at the stars together.

And give in to everything that is not right.

It was a toy watch. Reminds me of my favorite novel, the time traveler's wife. :p

-E

p.s It's 2 in the morning and I am half awake, half drunk as I type this.