Touch

I am composed of emergency:
my joys are intense;
my sorrows are absolute.
I clog myself of absences,
I empty myself of excesses.
I do not fit in the narrow,
I just live in the extremes.

Little does not suit me,
Average does not satisfy me,
And halves have never been my fave ones!

All the big and the small moments,
I made them with love and affection,
and they are eternal memories for me.
Words win me temporarily ...
But attitudes lose me or earn me forever.

I suppose that understanding me
is not a matter of intelligence,
but of feeling...of getting in touch...
You have the choice: or you touch me or you don't... and leave.....