He was absent, i waited for him knowing not if he would come. I checked, every minutes if I could. I missed his curly black hair and his warm face. I wanted to see his smile and blind eyes in a tanned skin.
I saw him. The adrenaline took me. I slightly scream, scream his name. My walk got faster. He would have been alone i would run against him. He wasn't. I had to control myself licking my ice-scream. We did the hello ritual. My face was getting nearer of his. His eyes, his cheeks, his heat... His warmth.
I see him, he doesn't. Sometimes i want to scream to him to manifest my presence. I want to take his attention and keep it. I want his eyes on me, his smile on me, his hands on me.
Hey, stay here ! I'm there.
I'm trying to pick your attention up.
But you don't see it.
You don't see me. Limpid.
I don't manage it.
Hey... Stay... Look...
Look at me...
YOU ARE READING
Sputum
RandomJ'écris de manière un peu romancée de que je ressens pour une personne , ce que j'ai vécu et ressentie. J'essaie à la fin de mes textes d'élargir à quelque chose de général pour que vous puissiez peut être vous identifier. La majorité des textes son...
