pigments of february 24th 2015

i don't exactly know 

what i want from her.

probably i don't want anything

because i already have everything

i could ever imagine from her.

i just miss her.

i miss her eyes, the way she moves.

sometimes the feeling becomes so strong

it totally overwhelms me

and makes it seem like 

i want, i expect something from her.

these are the dangerous moments,

i should be careful.

otherwise weekend madness like this 

will happen too frequently.