we still manage to shake each other inside, yet we are, our bodies are, different.. we infect each other with inspirations, we only have a couple seconds of full touch. i am afraid we are gonna start making out if we stay in the room longer. thats what makes me nervous. i dont know what to do with it if my body follows her desires. thats why i am quite.. beside all the other things going on. you know like moving.. to another life in another land. a song says its hard to be in love with a gypsy. off, being a gypsy is no easy joke either. being the only gypsy in the family. being still in the fall wind. gliding through the stillness. it is like a joke. it ain't easy to wake up alone with an open gypsy heart. in the middle of a cozy autumn night.