The first eye contact with you after weeks or months I’ve been away is always an eerie one. I have to hold my urge to run to you and hug you and kiss, and bite you like a piece of cake because I know I’d scare you. You stare at me confused at first, not sure who’s this man making silly faces at you, then sometimes run to the other room, or, slowly, start to introduce me to you little friends, puppets and new toys, making acquaintance with the ones I’ve brought you form home. This is when I forget about all the roads in the world, When I really get lost into all your giggles and smiles and cries. Sometimes you do not need roads or cars to find yourself far far away from everybody and everything else.
Post N° 56
The first eye contact with you after weeks or months I’ve been away is always an eerie one. I have to hold my urge to run to you and hug you and kiss, and bite you like a piece of cake because I know I’d scare you. You stare at me confused at first, not sure who’s this man making silly faces at you, then sometimes run to the other room, or, slowly, start to introduce me to you little friends, puppets and new toys, making acquaintance with the ones I’ve brought you form home. This is when I forget about all the roads in the world, When I really get lost into all your giggles and smiles and cries. Sometimes you do not need roads or cars to find yourself far far away from everybody and everything else.