My heart beat very hard by itself (or how to know or how to feel what one desires)

Missing the sweet smell of summer
Frozen berries on white tshirt
stains, stones, melting, moulding
Does the night sky count as one?
You are the one, the one that I want
honey, the sweet smell of summer
Wanting nobody, looking at nothing
Not a thing I run from
Not a thing I run to
Running a half marathon
Always –
loosing vision, loosing feeling
Feelings without thought
Looking at the moon
Always