Writing, deleting, writing again, deleting again and this is what actually stays. This, this. You go forward a step, then you go backwards one. Not you. Myself. Maybe yourself, too. You like it, then you don’t, then you like it again. Back and forth is only good in one use.
And one use only.
Still trying to find my words for this. The point is that it all started from the video below.
And it hypnotised me. You have to watch it again and listen and look closely. The lines, the colours, the animations, the geometry, the one who did this. Oh! Careful not to lose your eyes into your desktop. Then what will you have left to stare with at the one you are thinking of when listening to the above?
Or when talking to the one on the kitchen counter while banging your feet against the counter, playing with your hands, messing up your hair, singing along, carelessly whispering (neah, that’s just from George Michael’s song), forgetting of tomorrow. And well, just lose it for a bit. For the sake of the 3 a.m. You gotta have the eyes for all of these. For the images beneath your eyelids are going to hunt you for a while. So many “fors”. Oh, well, when it’s for love who cares?
For, for, for.
So, love. Not everything makes sense, but it feels good and all you feel is electricity. You can’t put a finger on it (’cause it will burn you), you can’t really describe it (’cause you just can’t), you can’t live without it (’cause you just can’t or don’t want to).
This was only supposed to be about the video. So there you go. Do like the ninja man in the video. “Oh yeaah” while pulling up your arms when showing off your muscles to the chick you have a crush on. Don’t. Just kidding. Or do. Whatever.
Just do it in the kitchen…