First 3d Animation
Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning
And once in a while before bed…
This feeling of total control over my life
It’s like magic, with tricky hands
I can see where the ball strikes next
It’s like that in your harried presence
It’s your commanding glare
Looking at my
Dirty skin and hair
But I didn’t fear that one time
I looked at you
And once more, it was an empty room
Full of eyes
Fire on fire
Ice on ice
Yet you behaved oblivious
And I used to wish that you’d know it
I can feel the humid summer night breeze that strike
And resonate like the way of stringed instruments
Whose sound move to the flow of the ocean waves
Somewhere in the depths of your holy soul
The dirty scumbag
That you wanna scratch clean with your finger nails
And get down and dirty on the ground with
You make me so happy
When you say everything’s for me
Your soul, your breath, your glow, your craze
Because I want it all
To not be with you
To not tear your skin open
To not devour your soul
While the clock ticks tick tock
Well look at us,
We’re in love again.
But it’s best for you and I to lay here on this grass next to each other
and look at the sky.
We’ll probably have nothing to say, but only a few sentences when something strikes us.
We can make love voicelessly, wordlessly, exclusively, and passionately by letting our bodies and souls fulfill each other’s helpless need to feel complete, to feel befriended, understood, accepted, worshiped; to find some sort of purpose in this confusing life.
But I don’t want to be discarded by you tomorrow
And I don’t want to discard you tomorrow.
When everything’s shed, that’s when I feel like I’m unbuttoning and baring my soul.