i am not humble and kind, at all, — why do you think i ported my sky on your eyes' translucent membrane ‽ ‧ to force you to (dream), (dream), (dream)… ‧‧‧ beautiful memories have the skill to bandage up your soul's tegument , enough to see the microscopic light hidden ineptly at your mind's edge… ‧ (i'm one-of-a-kind beautiful and one-of-a-kind memory) ‧ (macroscopically) ‧‧‧ can you filter through a rusty sieve the best days out of a week…(‽) (i'm curious to see the look on your smile while you try doing it…), (doing the effort to groove me in your sureness) ‧‧‧ with the serenity of the sea , fix your eyes on my eyes captivated by your fantasies (hmm, — do you still cherish what you see…) ‧‧‧ your diabolic mind created a journey, — journey pushes someone else's thoughts to some possible destinations for healing the deceitful promises of tomorrow to force you to ( wake up), (wake up), (wake up) ‧ (in my beautiful world) ‧‧‧ the production line of me, as a drea...