“Don't give in to your fears. If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart.”

Closing my eyes. You can't be that close I'm whispering while I'm inhaling a huge breath. You are inside of my aura. And it hurts.
Your heart is pounding like a hammer. Pounding against me. Pounding against my muscles. Pounding against my veins. Pounding with energies stronger than nuclear bombs. 
All I can feel is your heartbeat. Your breath. Your hands. And it hurts. It's making me twist, slowly from side to side. Making me hold my own breath, my own soul. Because yours are pushing me so hard. Stabbing me. You can't be that close. It hurts.

“Maktub,” she said. “If I am really part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.”

Twisting my head slowly to the side. Letting my eyes follow the paving-stones pattern in black and white. Feeling it's wavy oneness pulling me into it's own magical flow. Can you feel this I'm whispering into your ear and then stretching my arms out in a pirouette. Spinning around with my smiling eyes facing the moon. Spinning around with freedom in all of my pulsating molecules. Spinning around with the world flashing on my retina. Spinning around with you on my mind. Mesmerized.

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