All I want....is a lot of many

All I want

Is a cot,
A book by the side,
My ashtray nudging it,
A half drunk glass of my rum.
Alone, blank and lost.

OR

Is your lap,
My head on it.
Your hands caressing by body,
Our embrace comforting me.
Warm, lost and loved.

OR

Is my backpack on my shoulder,
An open field of wilderness in front of me,
No destination, no baggage.
Lost, not so-lost and at peace.

One two many...what does thou, future have for me.

P.S.: All I want-Kodaline, must listen :)

Tales from my body

Just lay still,
That's all I ask.

Don't move an inch,
I am comfortable as I am.

Don't turn your back,
It hurts.

Don't raise your arm on me,
It hurts.

Don't laugh too hard on me,
It hurts.

Don't run from me,
It hurts.

You never bothered to keep me better,
Now I hurt you, every inch of your body does.


P.S.: 2016 is here, so let's do this. :)