A Desire

Red Boots
I stood just before him/her. I looked at him/her. Standing, perfectly still, perfectly calm and neutral. For a second empty of all of what it could be. I breathed, slowly, naturally. I kept on starring at him/her. Being me, just me. With no other expectations or sercets haunting me, with no traumas or ambitions, with nothing else but me. Soon after I started feeling my desire. My desire to be with that human standing before me. I looked carefully his/her features, one by one. Slowly, and intensely. As if I wanted to remember every detail; a painter that digs deep into the surface to portrait what the naked regular eye is elluding. The roots were endless. I could go up and down in my eyes on the beautiful human body…
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Oops, I did it again!

Red Boots
I am tired. And I am even more tired saying all the time how tired I am. Andnow I am further tired of all of this! This endless repetition of an acknowledgementof something that have I managed to properly identify since ages! Enough; Iknow all of this, so can I please now move on? I suspect life has more to offereven if I am still banging all doors to open up and let me in. I got seriously scared the other day. Being healthy most of the time, surprisinglyagainst all of my perpetual fatigue, I had an sudden, third time visiting me,neurological pain on the left half side of my head. Extremely painful andupsetting; I could not rest, sleep or just let go. I had to do every single scan…
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