violin of chocolate.

I swear it was my best, intensive and beautiful moment in my life. She started cuddling my chest and I saw the stars reflected deep in her eyes. But that's not why they sparkled. They sparkled, because I was the magic of her life. She began to lay down on my chest with a wide restrained smile. I gave her a kiss on her forehead. The second passed forever on the impassioned axis of horizon. The thing that I thought there was a deep black hole, in the middle of my body, started pounding. A tear ran. The bastard in my head went silent. She started laughing. Me too. Turns out I said the latter out loud.

I want my kitten that would survive the third world war, which she would have started herself, just to wear one of my hoodies. I want to hear her sweet singing on the roadtrip when that you-have-to-sing-along-now song comes over from the shitty JBL box because the car is too broken for a working radio-system. I want to kidnap her on a night trip - in the middle of nowhere - and want to feed her with ice cream. I want her fuck'n close cuddle, in which she would be ready be willing to die to do it with me, mainly only cuddling me, like a spider monkey. She is the one, who would push Donquixote off his fuck'n horse so I can just spend only an another second with her. She'd say something like ,,Bitch, Please'' and slice up an asteroid with a smile and her middle finger as symbolic irony, anything that would come our way - not needing to mess with it - . I want the girl I fell in love with.

Why is it called being normal when it's the hardest thing in the world to be? - Then why was it normal to break me?

The devil who dreams of paradise. At my side the impertinent girl.