I want to know why the clouds are moving faster when I stare at them (February 2, 2020)

I want you to know that I want you to be in my world.

I want you to know I am scared of you walking slowly as the world rushes past you.

My world that is passing through you and I quickly, whose worries and wealth will run through our fingers faster than you will be able to feel them. 

I want you to know that I fear my world is filtering fast through your fingers, leaving you nothing. 

I want to know why the things in your world pass us slower.

I want to know why in your world the things come back for you so that you can take them with you when you have time. 

Your world where things wait for us when we cannot chase them fast enough. 

I want you to know that your world seems more patient. 

I want you to know that I want to be in your world. 

I want you to know that I know my world is in the clouds and floating over the reality. 

My world that is floating above the issues with which most have had to deal, isolated in the golden cage whose bars slowly begin to erode at the weight of conscience. 

I want you to know that my world seems more hospitable. 

I want to know how it is like to face the everyday, descended from the cloud-world.

I want to know how it is like to be raised in a society where security lies in the state and not in the family.

Your world where independence is more valuable than security and where free will is greater than wealth. 

I want you to know how it is like to have the comforts but the pressure of security.

I want to know why, no matter whether I know how it is like, I will not care too much for it.

I want to know why I will cling to the security with which I have been raised.

My world were securities have the price of freedom and free time. 

I want you to know that I will never change to become like you. 

I want you to know that I think our differences are dividing but simultaneously connecting.

I want you to know that I believe our differences draw out our interest in each other. 

The mindset where judgements are set aside and replaced with reciprocal acceptance.

I want you to know that I trust staring into your mind brings me closer to it. 

I want to know why it is so rare for someone to have passion for both science and art. 

I want to know why it is so rare for someone to encompass both intellectual and physical beauty. 

The beautiful psyche that guides minds rich in both curiosity and audacity. 

I want you to know that your thoughts will fill my mind indefinitely. 

I want you to know that my soul has once been gardened by a great mind before.

I want you to know that I do not forget or overwrite my experiences with the wonder of new ones. 

The experiences that cultivated my mind and helped me prosper into the individual I am today.

I want you to know that your impressions and perceptions will help be grow into the future. 

I want to know why I am engrossed by your beauty and your being.

I want to know why I cannot control my self and my desires.

The compulsions and cravings that drive me to insanity and away from my worlds.   

I want you to know I am deluded by the euphoria, consumed by the idea of you. 

I want you to know that in your world I am disconnected from my self and my self awareness. 

I want to know why in your world my troubles and turmoil dissolve into nothingness and night.  

I want you to know that the post-midnight dreamworld we created is my eternal escape from my everyday. 

I want to know why you are able to whisk me away from my world into the oblivion that only knows passion. 

I want you to know that there is nothing else I would rather be than consumed by you.

I want to know why time stands still and why the night is immortal with you. 

I want you to know that your music enchants me in my dreams. 

I want to know why the clouds are moving faster when I stare at them.

I want you to know that all becomes a flash and a blur, swirling in an intense yet undecipherable soup of time, whose contents never precipitates because it is ever-moving and because time itself it held still in the enchanting universe where the stars are always being beautiful, against a backdrop of futures waiting to happen, where dreams wait to be realised and where fates encounter themselves; where I am being cultivated by you in a celestial garden, delighting in the cosmos, where we prosper and flourish into the everlasting beauty of existence. 

I want you to know that I want to wrap you in my arms forever, and if ever had an end I would want it to be with you in my arms. 

I want you to know that I want to chase the stars and the clouds with you as they run with us in the universe we create. 

I want you to know that I want to be the gardener of your great and handsome soul. 

I want you to know that I want to exist with you.

I want you to know

I want you.