Sensory reality

Something is coming but nothing is going to change neither my love nor my submissiveness to your sensuous touch. I dare you to tell me what’s on your mind and not to escape behind triviality. There are uncountable promises for us to stick together and only few excuses not to follow desire, but you still haven’t chosen me and it makes me suffer priceless.

When is day I wait for night to come and bring me into honeyed dreams about your presence; at nights I am longing for days to turn my dreams into the reality. But dreams are my unconscious eager for you to always be somewhere around. Close enough to kiss you and far enough not to bother you.

Sweet dreams.

Agnes. 

We have time

Julia Prohorenkova photography 

I woke up in the morning and the bitter reflection from the dream took my thoughts million miles away from the glory of the morning peacefulness. It seems you never appear light-hearted rather unsatisfied and sad. And I wonder what’s really happening on your mind when you beam and say I am doing fine, babe. And if it’s only an imagination I sadly have fallen for it. Dear, I care what’s bothering your eternally engaged awareness. Sometimes I cogitate we communicate through a white sky, a cold wind, and a crowded tram. I look up and there is a hope, I feel the warm imperceptible touch, your pure identity and all together – you are the one and nothing has to be changed.

Oh am fainthearted and am afraid, but I can’t express out loud how significant and beautiful your existence is to me.  

Agnes. 

I feel is going to be more difficult than ever. Eternal fight for the precious time, for the understanding what life is really is about and where to give your adoration not to get enormously disappointed - not everyone waits for you to be around and not everyone has the same dear feeling – to be decent means to live harmony within your body and mind equally.

I have this fight every day and every hour of my life and I fall and I fall…although sometimes seems nothing more can go wrong, it can! I learn to appreciate chance to try and retry and I have belief I will till the last breath.

I want to shout at the top of my voice.

…

Agnes. 

Alas.

Julia Prohorenkova photography 

Music has its singular sensitivity; it unites and bonds our inner senses of life and present emotions. Slightly it builds the heritage of ours and gently plays the melody subsequently.

Lately I have been thinking about you more than ever. We are forced to be in each other’s company, you see me in a different light...oh I wish we could overcome our differences and judgments. I hate to repress my affection. You have the honesty, sensibility and wisdom I ardently admire. I wish you were aloof Moran who makes me mad. But you make me smile instead.

All day long I have been sitting wrapped my arms around my knees within your bitter - sweet melody on my mind. Trust, care, esteem should be used synonymously. You embrace foundation of love. And I have abundance of the heart … yearning for the charming touch free from the superfluous pride… And when I think about you I just can’t find another word than…oh boy.

Agnes. 

You can’t take your eyes off her and glory of the beauty comes right through. What’s behind the refined features and pompous clothing?

I just guess that we never know what really talks through a bijouterie, an attire, high – heels and a picture-perfect make – up. It’s life of the simple girl who dares to inspire with the artwork of her body.

Every one of us has a gift, trivial? INDEED!  But despite to that I just wish you to appreciate the gift of yours and keep the head up.

Or maybe I am talking to myself?

I want to believe that with the gorgeousness from the inside we can change what’s happening outside.  A perfect photo-shoot, a well – written article, a colorful painting, a spruce cabbage -patch, an effortlessly built machine. And the hot beverage in the evening makes us human, makes us to flock together.

And the morning comes with a fresh energy, creation and prompting vibes. If I know that there are people who care I care as well. If there are streets to walk on, parks for the chat and a slice of cake which to share. It’s definitely not pointless to try! 

Agnes.

Happens to be.

I write because I feel and when I feel then I am close to you. Closer when I am standing next to you, closer when I hug you or listen to you... When I write it’s more and more is what I need.

I write because it’s breathing and without and an air I am a fish imprisoned in the net on the land. I have you and it sets me free…I have someone to write about.

Thank you.

Agnes. 

it's not me, it's you.

There is a person who hands wisdom. He is unpretentious and charming. He speaks to me rarely but when he does…I wish it never ends. He gives me persuasion of true loyalty and belief of truly harmonious relation between two people.

I sense romantic vibes and unattainable longing. Boomerang of exquisiteness, concord, faithfulness and esteem.

Poor girl with high standards. I wish…oh, just for a small kiss. 

Agnes. 

Empirical

I want to sink in your uncertainty and to stretch my body for a breath of understanding. I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof when you look at me with the craving in your eyes.  What to say when body speaks louder and I have to bite my lip so hard; an iron flavor crams my mouth. I rather stay alone than betray my emotional state; it’s too charming to say I love you when thousands of responsibilities come along.

I want to serve you a hot latte with a slice of cake, I want to take your hand and give a hug when you are down, I want to listen what’s on your mind, but I am scared of you…I  am just scared I am not good enough.

Agnes. 

My imagination has very little to work upon.

What’s on my mind doesn’t bother my heart. Lovely peace has embraced my body and I feel blissful.

Sometimes I talk to you through my dreams and then I wake up with a clear conscience. Sometimes I day dream, but it’s never gloomy, because you are lightsome and you are sweet…and you are precious to me.

I don’t care if you do more than others, I don’t care about the money or cars, about the girls you have had, I don’t care about anything but your happiness. 

I just want you to be happy.

Agnes.