Seems like dark gray clouds are covering my eyes.
They are covering them well and still -
No farewell and no goodbye are those to send me
upon distant hills;
up there where I challenged the moon,
I hoped and longed for your arms to wrap myself in.
It's just that your stupidity is somewhat scary
and somewhat warm
And your eyes mean everything you don't know how
to put in words
Sometimes I'm not sure if the way I want it to be  
is just too dreamy,
Too fanciful to exist outside my head,
and maybe this mind-blowing idea is simply borrowed from
that never-read-about-a-love-like-that-before book I
happened to meet,
maybe too many sticky saccharine films have made their
mark...
But this one and only vivid fantasy about how my love should
look like is so real and so mine,
that ceding it to a deeper area inside me will be just too
easy -
I'll keep on waiting.