There is a space between two people. Friendship, love or even repulsion can either become a bridge or a pond, if one of the two is not as mature as the other one.
It’s like a dance, where both try to find the right rhythm. A time or two a foot gets accidentally smashed, another time the feeling grows up so overwhelming that they both forget the music and dance their bodies out on the edge of love.
I guess that I’m an alien. Haven’t got used yet to break the space and let somebody in. That’s why I shun from anything that could bewilder me or throw embarrassment inside of my cloudy nothingness.
Let’s dance, let’s dance with ghosts and play the lost souls.