Am I an aesthete? Esthete. Then ... Maybe admire from the side?

Why dive into the wave, choke ... I'll imagine myself as a rock, steep mountain. Majestic and durable. Waves are crashing all around. And at the top - only the wind and a full view.

I'll try what I have to lose. Having adjusted, having rejected doubts, I have removed shields. Smoothly, as if she threw off her hood.

Emotions tried to habitually hit me with an ocean shaft, but I “rose higher”, breathed fresh air. No. I don't want to dive deep. I'd rather love you. Magically beautiful.

She stroked the seething ribbons of multicolored emotions. Ai....