so far!!!

Far away I see your soul raising and falling, part of me, I see what is not there, mostly is vague and the feeling guide you like a saint. The sense of steping the floor and side by side with lonilyness the storms are more calm then before, where youth and charm would grant a whiskey to make us stone. Now, the water runs, like an invisible waterfall, throught my face, into my chest. I absorve the liquid with open hair, the sin of the salty drops drive the distance unto a desappearing space. Its not fair.
Dress the clothes of the montain, cause the eyes flight descending bends from your bones. Tiptoes across the torso, smell of fresh onions and again the liquid salty drops, is the ocean upon your hands again... drying waters...