But something went wrong. I looked you in the eye, and the brain made some weird movies where we're closer than I could have imagined a few days ago.
I guess I only got drunk on your smell when you got closer.
I was starting to go crazy with the picture of genius veins on your hands. Perhaps such pictures have not yet come up with the world, but for me personally came up with nature, for which you have become a canvas.
I stopped thinking, I stopped thinking, and I seem to have dissolved into you, forgetting that I vowed never to dissolve...