nineteen

"la nuit nous avons volé le temps"

(cheri, you know who you are..)

i don't understand this fact...
why do we avoid each other's eyes


i guess it is suffice that we are left to see
but not touch.


it would not be proper i thought...
but you thought otherwise


who would have thought that a short simple stroll
could be absurdly enchanted?


everything was perfect
everything felt like it was meant to happen
everything felt like the first time...


it felt like being seventeen again.
it felt like a first kiss.


the dust from the street and the smoky air
the dim streetlights
it was chiseled out of an avant garde scenario


but darling, it was a dream scenario


where being twisted is good...
and feeling twisted is rewarding...
burglary was rewarding!


whether it was the smoke or the alcohol talking to me
or whether it was the "irie" feeling holding my hand
i am thankful.. it was you.


jusqu'au prochain baiser, chéri
c'est une chose triste et triste pitoyable
qu'il ne va pas se produire encore

(until the next kiss, darling
it's a pity sad, sad thing
it's not going to happen again)

because we only dream dreams once.

il est un beau, intemporel et moment intense, amour
(it's a beautiful,timeless and poignant moment, love)


it felt like walking on clouds, that night.

i therefore name that night, our night"la nuit nous avons volé le temps"
(the night we stole time)

--------------------------------- :)
hello! i finally got this posted. the blasted computer won't cooperate last night.
but anyway... i learned two important things while i ruminated on this poem. the most important was-


that when your guts tell you that a certain moment's going to happen once. don't deprive yourself. fall easy on destiny's hands. it is rewarding.


the other one is... the best things in life most of the time happen at night, and are free :)


this picture is dedicated to this moment.