’You smelled something familiar, but forgotten so long ago. Your scent vibrate as thousands of membranes, as your own tone of voice. What you need to be fully alive? You wanted me to become someone I was not. Something else and so different from … myself? My eyes might scare you.
If I would become a negative of myself, would you still love me on your weird way? Would I change a glance of your beautiful eyes? And what if I’d see disgust instead of fascination? Would you like me to be disappear from you desire? Would you ran away from my destination?’