running

Run away

Where my only sense of feeling is that of your skin

Nothing mattering but the now of the day

Forgetting all the sad moments that have ever been

Where our deepest secrets will not be forced to reappear

But given a place to store

So that we do not need to fear

The explanation of it all

Run away

With the speed of the wind

Where my only sense of smell is that of your skin so perfectly pale

To a place which dissolves the slightest hint.