Tell me about your stories and your past cracked open. I know how this thought can be so tough and rocklike but I want you to trust me. I want to know more about you. Your thoughts. Your feelings. Your sentiments. Let me penetrate what seems so unfathomable inside you. I want to see your vulnerable galaxies, seep through it, and close them once more. Let me take a step in your life and leave a mark on it. Let me pervade a smithereen of your utmost and leave a history in it. I always see your eyes puffy with tears and I’m so sick of it - with the banging thought asking how can I be the reason for your tranquility. Let me try to make you happy -
only if you would let me.
seeing a hot stranger in public is a blessing
seeing the same hot stranger in public again is a sign