Thoughts on lips touching mine is like to reach the border of the Endless River. Is to give a shape to the Formless Void. Trying to trick my wellbeing into a stateless state. I'm thirst for your arms. For your bosom. For your voice next to my now teary cheek. And your eyes. Ah, those deep black spheres that fool my soul and trap my existence into this universe inside your glimpses.

Stop! I can't cope with this distance anymore. Release me from this dark, stateless, formless, endless void.

Or snatch my mind, soul and heart. And take me as I am.

And let me live.