I got lost within what I still am. No commas that paused me or weak verbs. It was intense. I always solved the present until there was, even when the cold in the belly continued and the butterflies remained there flapping their wings without flying away. Only inside me. I am a pit of contradictions when I am in your sea of predictable emotions. I pack my bags in line with my cravings, I keep my nostalgia in a pocket and jump from the train without worrying about the way to go, not the size of the fall. What can be worse than my lightness that moves your heart? What can be better than holding hands, repaying my unloving love and moving on with both feet even though a third gets lost? I’m easy to feel, to be involved. I accepted the indispensable faith, the time that goes on when I wake up early and my heart even memorized my heart a new prosperous and desperate love. I did just not learn to follow the same line and write the same verse in the same poem. I have dreamt that one does not sleep and I am so flexible that I embrace any good defect by modifying the last page. It may not be wise to trade the right for the uncertain and be happy in half. The good of life survives there. When you live all the tenses, conjugate all the sugary verbs – bitter present and you do not forget the past as  though you never lived it. I transfer you to a distant future tense…❤