Was it too soon?

Was it to soon to
open my mouth to feel your breath?
Was it to early to
pull down the walls?
Was it wrong to
think that it is real?
Was it to soon to
invite you into my bed?


That´s why I hate been alone and with nothing to do, my brain starts to put different thoughts in to my mind, it begins hesitating myself. The insecurity goes deeply into my soul.

Why can´t this be different, why can´t I just enjoy it?

Should I have to do things differently?

Time, time, time, why the hell timing is so important in everything?

I´m number 3, it´s better than 0, but it´s not 1.

Hush, hush my soul, it´s almost time to go to bed, put that stupid thoughts away…