Words

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One word. It can be. Maybe two. Or three, or four. Or much more.
Rastaman makes the stress go away. And I make it come back. Day by day, I keep running the same circles and I'm astonished by the dimensions this can take. But he can make it all go away with a kiss.
Oh, I so hate myself sometimes when I can't stop worrying. He knows and I guess he accepts me like this. I guess I'll get over it one day. And it's not about trust, I do trust him more and more every day. It's about my crazy, crazy mind. About my crazy, crazy self-analysis, about my crazy, crazy way of over-thinking. Of keeping myself busy. But he can make even that go away when he holds me.
I like sleeping naked in his arms. I like waking up and seeing him look at me and smile. I like to talk to him about everything there is in this world. I like to listen to his stories of worlds so far away. I like to walk along in my mind and to picture the places he speaks about with a huge joy in his eyes. I almost see those people. I almost taste those foods. I almost hear that music. It's a pleasant reverie.
Words are connecting us and by words our worlds melt into eachother. Words are what I love most, words are my only super-power. Only by words can I share and only by words I get carried away. I was thinking whether he's a word or not. But I think I can't make him only a word. There can't be only one word to express him like he is for me. Maybe a sentence? But that would be not enough. Maybe an essay. Makes me smile. You can't write an essay on that. Can I? I decided I can't, because it should have a title. One that could resume it. And I get back to the one word I started from.
Oh, such nonsense! There is one word. One I've said many times lately. It's easy, it's Rastaman. And by that I have him all in.