There’s a haze trapped inside of me

where time has no borders,

and everything I feel just blends 

the child I was, the woman I am,

the love that never stopped beating.

Memories arrive like slow waves,

they drown me, then pull me back.

I don’t know if I see you in the past,

or if you’re only the promise of tomorrow.

But the whole present vibrates with your name.

It’s too deep to fit into words,

it’s melancholy and purity in the same breath.

A love that cannot be explained,

it only burns, it only lives,

even when everything around falls apart.

In the silence of midnight hours,

my body tries to decipher

what the soul has always known:

there’s no cure for feeling too much,

and I don’t want to be cured.

I let the unconscious write on me,

crooked lines, images without logic,

yet always returning to the same place

to the space where your gaze meets mine.

It’s too deep to fit into words,

it’s melancholy and purity in the same breath.

A love that cannot be explained,

it only burns, it only lives,

even when everything around falls apart.

And if nothing makes sense,

let at least this remain:

the infinity that fits in one moment with you.