01 04 after midnight (Surge)

The words are hard to find within the darkness, and my thoughts are hard to collect within the memories of the last hours.

For a week ago i could have foreseen nothing of what's happening right now.

And I could not feel happier for such an X-Factor.

I told myself to expect the unXpected everyday, but I hardly did it.

And now, now I´ll tell you a secret, when I am happy it is harder for my to write.

I'm not used to these feelings, or to the right words to describe them, I know of blues and shades of purple, I know about Melancholy, but what can I tell you of bliss and joy?

What can I tell you about love?

For you asked me what love was all about.

Love was about luck, good luck and bad luck from time to time.

And right now, it is not about hard times and weird luck for us anymore.

Till somehow we break each other with cristal walls.

But I do not care for the ending, if there is one there is one and it´ll come someday somehow.

I care as the old saying goes to make every last moment to last.

And to keep your heart around, and your mouth in a smile.

To cease chasing ghosts.

To start proving you I'm worth

And our time is just beginning.

There are smiles to be found, and moments of bliss to realize.

So what is love?

I don´t know you know.

You can live without it indeed.

You can date without it for sure

I guess people give a darn for it these days.

But if we manage to create some love in the future days between us.

We´ll find how to eat lil pies of it.

And how to use it as parfum (I will be able to smell it I hope)

Love is a possibility,

Love is viable, probable, estimated.

Love may exist as soon as tomorrow or as late as too late.

Love it is in no way an achronim of our names.

Love is to evolve backwards, and forward at the same time.

And more I cannot answer far from your words and your arms...

I do exist, you do exist, but I find the we do exist much more comfortable to conjugate.