Your eternal visitor. It is a question that for me has no meaning of a grander question. You are mine when you kiss me goodnight. You are mine when you dream about us. You are mine in a bathtub with hot water embracing our bodies. You are mine when your orgasms are not enough. You are mine even when you kick me away trying to catch your breath. How come the world you knew let you become mine? How come you did not close your heart, giving it to somebody else?
Do not get scared by the flow of my thoughts. I love you and this is the answer to the greatest why. It shines on even the darkest thought that crosses my mind. I learn more by the day. I am approaching the truth which wants to uproot whatever used to be inside me, before you. I do not resist but I pain. I am hurt by this inhuman and
