Everything is so boring.
Not boring are you.
Not boring are the sparks in your eyes.
Not boring are your smiling lips.
Not boring is the little whirlpool of hair on your neck.
Not boring are your songs.
Everything is so dull.
Not dull are your phrases.
Not dull is your listening.
Not dull are your pauses.
Not dull is every impulse that you get.
Not dull are your thoughts.
Everything is so rushing.
Not rushing is your whisper.
Not rushing are your conclusions.
Not rushing are your hands.
Not rushing are the lines that you wear.
Not rushing is the look in your eyes.
And when everything around seems to slip out of the present,
Your existence is the only thing that coats the day
Connecting the nights.