Of Beauty And Bedrocks

We are unaware.

Of bedrocks and crabs.

A love story romanticized in the feeble minds that celebrate vulnerability. 

Stuck between worlds that mould us and worlds that divide. 

Waiting for the sunsets. Licking off cheesecakes.

Flappings of smiles withering from hearts that steal kisses. 

Yes. We need to steal kisses because the world can't handle our love. Yours and mine. 

We are unaware.

Of seas and skyscrapers.

A distance measured by the imagination that collides with yours.

Streams merge. But, our thoughts disappear into the emptiness of our souls.

Empty, not by the lack of meaning. Empty by the fulfillment of nothingness.

Be still. You beautiful mind. 

Help me steal your thoughts and empty it onto the world.

We are unaware.

Of sunsets and sky hues.

We are addicted to thoughts while we should be addicted to silence. 

Can you imagine a world where silence is only disturbed by the sound of waves? 

Oh, and your smile. How can I forget?

I don't know you, YET. 

I am unaware.