I wonder what he dreams of…
Do they keep them up at night, like mine do?
Colors, oh, how much I love colors! Do your dreams appears as vivid as mine?
Can you taste the ocean? The salt, the brine, the kiss of waves on your feet, does it feel the same way?
What are your aspirations?
Do your eyes get bright or dim when you think of your future?
What are your hobbies? Talents?
Do you dampen your smile because you are also scared to dream too big?
I wonder if the stars in the night sky are our ancestors.
Dirt is soft and cold underneath my palms. I love how dirt nestles deep between my nails. Am I closer to God when I let go of my anxieties and worries and just allow myself to feel?
My greatest fear is to die before knowing true love, will you rectify that?
Are you man enough to love me?
Am I woman enough to allow you to love me?
Will we cleave together like a maddening thing?
Does love taste sweeter than lust?
Is it wrong to love you so wholeheartedly?