i set the title to this, a while ago. this title set my destiny recently. in the beginning, there was a feeling in its weakest form; a feeling, which slid off in its unpredictable route from my ugly toe to my shorty hair. then i forgot the issue & stood with confidence. the warm, classy secureness caught me, took me to the land of silliness and denial. surrender.
easy part: i stole her gaze from them.
challenging: i stole her mind from them.
almost killed me: i stole her.
paralyzing: she kidnapped me. dragged me to her desolate kingdom of flamboyance. surrender.
then a feeling came again with all its stiffness; -trum!- a feeling which stole my blurry gaze, my ill-balanced mind, my-amputee-self. surrender.
mmmh.