My eyelids close, I see your blurred silhouette, coming and going at will, I hope it is not a deception of the unconscious preparing me for nightfall.
Explain to my soul why it is dying, demand my mind to stop thinking about you, claim to me how I have not been able to forget you, I just want to get you back.
What is it that you have yet to see, that you do nothing but ignore, why don't you take me by the soul and cure my body, or do the opposite because it is what I long for the most.
You have not even granted me a rose from your lips, although to be honest it is more what I want, because you have already stolen from me.
First take me and please yourself, it's your turn to finish, then let me look at you because you are worthy of worship.
Now just let me love you, that those who have tried before have done nothing but torment you.
Photographers: Esben Bog-Jensen
