Your dream gets in my dream whenever wants. There is no any other power able to control it. There is no prescribed mechanism to forbid it. The bewildering joy and the groggy happiness are dominating both dreams. Mine and yours... ⋯ The key to explore a dream in a dream, belongs only to beautiful people. The rest can only hope. But hope is perverse. And botch the appearance. And sometimes, steps on everything, arrogantly, aiming for having even what wasn't meant for it. ⋯ It whispered my instinct, verified by all my souls which live in my soul and nourish my entire being. ⋯ All the souls of my soul possess their own source. Dream has its soul. Why do you think I dream‽ Writing, too... But so has the laughing. And so on... ...the Love. Why do you think I love, and I'm loved‽ Why your dream gets in my dream as it please···‽ ⋯ (giggling), (mysteriously blooming), (kissing... me)
the whispers' rustling of my carefree thoughts, it echoes through the channels of your mind ‧ the writings of my kisses are navigating on the river of wild daisies under a midnight ‧ far and wide, dreamy, bright even stormy, you're perfumed with me... your DNA bears me ‧ by my side, you feel a mesmerizing adrenaline; you — on drama//city realm, me — on comic side
i roused up at the dawn's blossoms hour right when the moon and stars got dissolved in the picturesque caresses of the sun… on sky's beach, seduction got back to blue, the rays of our first dreams dance on the lips while smiles make a move to cheery season today, my mood has...the color of your heart
by feeling in need of me, or showing yourself to me, — it's not forbidden but just interpreted to be a sign of weakness for your favorite discipline, — indifference, which displeased, accuses you, while the blue attitude of the ocean confirms, — I could swear you already heard it syllabicating pianissimo, — I'm not that kind of the sweetest perfection to whom someone can insist on
furtively, i influenced you to stroll on the invisible path of my scent selected in some literary studio, — felt as i wonder, felt as you wonder anchored in a soul-wide vista land
(any city begins with a train station and ends up with thousands trains to anywhere...), (in the station it hears a gentle whisper), — …you, there, where do you want to go… …to which of your dreams… …is this train your destination… …would you want someone like me to accompany you…
you, brute benthos creature, i was prepared to be yours... πΌ i felt desire's scream in you, yearning to taste me, to get deep down inside me, like a holothurian to move thru my body, and famished to torture me passionately... πΌ instead, you metamorphosed in a minuscule blue butterfly... πΌ since then, you talk in colors
Too much, — there... — too little, you... A day you are to me, — yes, another day you are to me, — no All seems for no reason to be... — to need to... — Too simple, — for another, too complicated, — for one... Kisses expose the spaces gathered daily between us Too much, — today, too little, tomorrow [far from me] Almost and much too soon you suffer for longing me... A touch too much seems nothing or too-too... from time to time...
❝ i dream, i dream too much, but if i dream too much, i only dream to touch your heart, to touch your heart again; i close my eyes and see your hand, your smile, your joy in loving me; we dance, we dance and sing, we steal a touch of spring; i dream of everything, everything, everything we to have known; and yet, my dreams, yet my dreams, my dreams had shown me that perhaps i dream, perhaps i dream, perhaps i dream too much alone... too much alone ❞