I am lost in you.

I am lost in you.

The gravitational pull of your thoughts draws me in. It envelopes me in such a dreamlike mood: the world seen from a lover’s eyes. Everything’s amazing when you’re around. The sky is pink and purple. The clouds are watermelon marshmallows. Everywhere I turn, I see beauty. Everywhere I go, I see you.

I am lost in you.

Lost in thoughts. Lost in the spiraling current that is drowning us to the core of each other’s hearts. Both are lifeboats, floating in a deserted ocean, somewhere in the midst of solitude. The sweet-scent of the mist delivers our longings, wafting through the stormy seas, bursting at the tip of our lips: May the universe be with you. May all beings be free from suffering.

I am lost in you.

A distant world where things are inaudible and invisible, where every touch is sunlight and every kiss is raindrops. I might have resided within you, you might have breathed me in. In quietude, we caress the divine countenance of midnight. We are the whispers of the winds on drizzling evenings. We are the silence that breaks at dawn, saluting the rose-tinted sun. We see shrines of gold colors lining up, showing an uninterrupted path from here to there, from me to you: Hi, handsome…