Thunder striking on a clear blue sky, without the warning of a violent horizon. Waves crashing the surf, from calm to chaos in a matter of seconds.
From nothing you came, gentle eyes, sexy smile. Where did you come from? More important; what is this fucking feeling that I faintly recognise from a past situation.
Let’s put on some music to shake this feeling, straighten out my thoughts. But my headphones don’t lie. They feed me with words that I myself couldn’t find, but seem to convey exactly what’s inside.
Can’t control my thoughts anymore, you are invading every one of them. Slowly I peel away the layers, falling deeper with each one of them.
As much as I hate stating the obvious: you got me…