|At night, any night, there are times when one hears a howl that would otherwise pierce the heart. On nights like those, one owes oneself to be especially prudent when walking in the streets. One never knows what lies after the corner.|
CitarCitar by ~Minasia
"Son coeur est un luth suspendu; sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne."
He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve. His heart is his skin, on every inch of his body. When you touch him, the world changes. You can feel his heart beat like it's your own and your perception of everything changes so much you can't even recognise yourself. You wouldn't be able to know that the person in the mirror is so much his perception of you is different. Arguably, it's the only vision of you that should exist; pure and untainted and completely honest with everything that you are.
His voice resonates. It grasps something deep within you and never lets go. The day you meet him is the day you realise you've never actually lived before. His existence awakens something in you, like a single chord starting off the rest of the orchestra. Like you were a song waiting to begin, waiting for the right person to start it.
Like a ripple in water, he makes his way through you, into you, and takes you over