I am writing briefly

I like concise thoughts

and if your eyes are beautiful, I will call them beautiful

and if your heart is deaf, I will call it cruel

and if you look like stars, I will call you gorgeous

and if there is an oasis in your soul, I will call it hope

and if you hurt me, I will call it pain

I don't like beating around the bushes. I like to put the things as they are. And if I could talk in numbers then I would express myself in precise equations without unknowns

I like to call the things as they are

and if your hands are gentle, I will call you an artist

and if your look is joyful, I will call you blessed

and if you turn away from me, I will call you a fool

and if you conquer new worlds, I will call you brave

and if you conquer me, I will call myself yours

and if you are far away,

I will close my eyes and think,

how sky can be far away from me if it's around me? If I feel the wind and the resistance of air? How earth can be lifeless if it holds me on its shoulders? And how god can be met only after life if he gave you to me now? And how can I not hear your voice if it is heard from every open window and abrupt phrases? And how can I not touch you if every time I close my eyes I feel you near?

but I always express myself briefly

that is why if you are far away, I will call it a test.

You are woven out of white nights and distant mists.

You are winter sea and its angry waves bringing rain and unnecessary thoughts.

You are forest lake and first sun lights reflected in it.

You are forgotten music, patchwork quilt of stranger's melodies.

You are the sound of rain drops, entangling in foliage and reminding your voice.

You are journey in outlandish places.

You are collection of the most precious dreams that you forget when you wake up.

You are harmony and my personal utopia. 

You are dimpled smile.

You are frown eyebrows. 

You are aristocratic fingers.

You are confusing-me games.

You are net of charmed promises.

You are loneliness of a lost child.

You are craftsman of words.

You are kiss dissolving in air.

You are another end of the world.

You are illusionist never revealing his secrets.

You are thief stealing for fun.

You are my cage and my inspiration.

You are my pain, sweet and unbearably torturous.

You are Narcissus and you are forgetting about it.

You are passionate sublimation.

You are everything.

You are not mine.

Without you I don't have anything at all.

There is no balance.

Because I have time. I have time for you. I have time to love you, I have time to write to you, think about  you, talk about you with my friends, forget about you and think about you over and over again.

I have time to want to think about you and time to not want it. Time to talk with you in my mind and time to imagine how we will stay silent together.

I have time to meet you, time to plan our trip and time to choose a dress that you would like. Time to discuss it with you also is here, I have it.

I have time for everything. Time to laugh with you, to comfort you, miss you, think if you miss me, travel with you, be with you. And to be with you I have all the time in the world.

And you?

Body, you have too much soul inside.

Reason, you have too much heart.

Ok. I bought chocolate, got a couple of drinks and crawled under my blanket.
Men are all the same. Australians, British, Italians... all the same. They don't know what they want and then they blame you for that. If you're lucky.
If you're not, they just disappear. Or push on you with some weird requests and then disappear.

I will better go and watch The Big Bang Theory. There men are suffering from the lack of women's attention and not take women's presence within 2 meters for granted.

Fair enough.

What I understood is that you can feel weak only until the moment someone else starts to feel weak as well. Especially if one is close to you.

At this very second you accumulate all the energy you have and you try to support one and cheer him/her up. Especiallyx2 if you both are sad about the same thing.

And suddenly you feel power to become a savior for someone even though your own savior didn't manage to show up.

It's all about changing the roles.

It's so strange. One day someone stops talking to you with no reason and the other you wish good luck to a semi-celebrity and this very celebrity replies to you with mobile phone number and asking if you use Whatsapp. Then you talk on Whatapp, then you call to hear the voice and you talk a bit and then this person stops talking to you.

It is fckn crazy. I hate things happening without any evident reasons.