Hug me

It is not about anyone else, it is about ourselves. 

We don´t have to go anywhere, we are there, we are here. 

It is not about impressing,

 it is not about making ourselves understandable.

It is just about stopping and seeing... 

you can´t help it, or force it, 

that smile just comes, sometimes even with tears. 

It is a state, so intimate, so pure, so unique.

That it makes you want to share it, 

but how? 

You just wish those eyes are reading, 

eager to hug you like you are doing, 

just now. 

Maybe that´s why I admire song writers, 

novel writers, 

and even brave souls that put themselves out there.