Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

When suffering becomes such a natural symptom, your tears are not salty anymore, and your eyes no longer give a burning sensation. ⋯ Your best laughing transforms itself into the most discreet, almost invisible smile. ⋯ Your thoughts comport at will, tactfully. ⋯ People recognize you no more. ⋯ And most commonly, the isolation takes over your life's control. ⋯ It seems you only exist, with nobody feeling your existence. ⋯ From time to time, (very, very rarely), you might provoke inside someone a grimace of distaste, something felt like a cold numbness. ⋯ And maybe, because you look through memories so often, you're causing yourself the sensation as if those past events happened yesterday… (basically, you live as if you're in the age time of your twenties…‽ thirties…‽ forties…‽). ⋯ With all that, you're in all your mental faculties. You're watching for some who prefer to change your statute, even if you tell them that's nothing for them to worry about. ⋯ The me...

the obscurity of life kept me absent in a profound unwanted melancholy yet, your moods, into harvest moon,  succeeded to sail through me, serially, (title by title…), (edition by edition…), (one by one…), intensely murmuring, (inquiringly), at what hour do you rise to take me with you in your dreams but in a flash, (too timid and unnerved), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and, till we'll reach the soil, it will be not quite enough time to tell you to tell me... (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)

in my mind [you are] a passionate spark roving breathlessly in my heated blood to prove that I'm not, [not an easy love...] but which stirs you up for you're watching me, you watch me I dance dancing in your dream to love-me-to-death faithful like a wolf...

slightly damp, my mind sits cloaked in unbroken secrets, your mind sits patiently in poetries that waits you to read them with me hidden in your soul wrapped in stimulative melodies for our love is monogrammed with your lips on my mouth, so it can't be dropped, demanded, or given... therefore shoo-shoo to anyone out there who dares to steal it...

(message) for my demons, – (stop screaming, evil spirits), (you're scaring my angels)

and as I was walking so, — dreaming with my mind fully absent, — hop-hop out of blue, an old friend plunged straight in front of my very eyes... taking me in its arms, kissing me on both cheeks and with glimpses of happiness in its eyes, telling me: — «oh my god... — how I missed you‧‧‧», and sincerity seemed so-so charming thru the magic of an instant conjuncture; (seemed... only), ingenious gift, faultlessly lingering in a lovely view for a dream

ₘmₘₘ, (what a good taste has your love for me...), it sedates even the midnight moon p.d.q. shhh... breathe... say nothing; let me take the words I want directly from your hungry lips; your moans caress my hearing as if are the canticles' canticle; i'm in you deeper than it feels Cantique des Cantiques [ from the Old Testament ]

When you feel tired... do you try to hide in some beautiful things? With gentleness, do you try to grip to caress your scattered thoughts? Try, let happy moments touch you, to snap you out of any weariness [I know I like to do as I wish to do], [I love to hide in beautiful things]