my all

it’s been all of my life thinking on how will I draw with YOU. You as the colors.. you as the paint, the life’s twisting and turning points, ups and downs towards the ME that I had been creating you inside my mind all of those years. Back then when I was only having some.. shades.. some pieces of puzzle.. that came to an shape more and more sharply as I got close to you by every day.

all of those things happening to me, and the kinds of people I met. The more I was searching throughout them, the more I was building your image as I wanted You to look like. There were the demons embracing the divinity creating a .. bitter you, a sweeter you.

Never the less I was thinking of how stupid can I be to think about that could become real one day..

Then.. that night.. three years ago..
and that July morning some months after..

The it was.. the drawing pad with all the pieces together.. all the colors within my hand.

I just can’t explain my lucidity, our lucidity back then.. by not letting us devour each other.
Then, we were left alone with ourselves, continuing our separate lives, building the path we didn’t knew we’re already walking on it in the same direction..

Here I am in this very day.. having all the colors I ever dreamed about for shaping you. Here I have the Red of your passion, the Green of your freshness, the Black of our never ending road that meets the very Blue of an breathless sky that melts into your Yellow of joy, and the Purple of a never ending happiness.

I’m sitting nearby this drawing pad sometimes and I jus can’t believe my eyes that is all here.. all that I need to start the paint.. our lifetime paint. It’s so overwhelming upon my shoulders that.. even now.. after months of having them.. I just don’t know how to get a full start of it.. just tempting the edges..

This paint it’s about Us and it will need two pencils to become a real meaning… a sense.. one life.. one love.. the bless.. forever.

To my never ending muse, Laura

Dragostea ii face pe oameni sa se simta egali. – F. M. Dostoievski

There I was on a july morning
Looking for love
With the strength
Of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun

At the sound
Of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm
And the night behind me
And a road of my own

With the day came the resolution
Ill be looking for you
La la la la

I was looking for love
In the strangest places
Wasnt a stone
That I left unturned
Must have tried more
Than a thousand faces
But not one was aware
Of the fire that burned

In my heart, in my mind, in my soul
La la la la
There I was on a july morning
I was looking for love
With the strength
Of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun
And at the sound
Of the first bird singing

I was leaving for home
With the storm
And the night behind me
Yeah, and a road of my own