Eternal..

I always wonder what is that which control my fingers on the keypad when we converse. I tend to tear off the chains of consciousness and simply float alight. Letting my inner self take on me, I bear no mask, I bear no shield. I am what I am when I am with you. Sometimes I am at my best. Yet at times you see me at my worst. However, they are extremes. Extreme poles of the person in me. And that’s how I witness liberation at your presence. Such times are treasures. The bed I lay on turns cozy, for the velocity in which my mind raises in no time. I be a hopeless romantic and you my partner in the process. You dance well to my tunes. And my rhythm keeps progressing at your warmth. Together we produce, substances of eternal beauty.