Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

We met at one of the social media’s peripheries. Our manner of talking and joking, provoked to some, instantly, to accuse us of a crushing infatuation… (Hilarious, isn’t it?), when all we’d got in common was just something music we shared at a time… 📜🪶 Nothing was manipulative or false, to get judged‥ Our deeds were spread through drops of eloquence, philosophy, math, or pics, well attired in words’ art, sculpted by sounds, colors, dates of days, raised at the lyrics’ power through their wise, epic movement. 📜🪶 Thereby, those touches created the audit of memories I credit for. So hold your head up high, as I did/do.

you have no idea how many languages speak my soul how many translations makes my mind how many loves, i loved how many loves loved me and how they got old, — coquetting with the future... [is golden] you have no idea how my fragrance splits their thoughts kissing their dreams, provoking their pulse, their smile, their heartbeats to flee out of troubles or any other pressure, [you haven't, have you?] — [neither do i...]

my blood runs uncontrollable in your innate senses because any tiny or wide-ranging things are filled with dreams that come true when they wear the exuberance of the scent felt in the morning which is a coffee, sequentially served with patience's sips and ideals while castling of senses help to detox any tension in calmness of love and slowly pushes me to explore much further to a newer and real good feeling with you...

Oh, my dear Lord, — I feel as if I'd spun myself around you so many times that even you got dizzy in your high ego with the princely attitudes scattered everywhere in your hellish trying you do you me with your voodoo qualified in endurance and absurdity to devour me like you move with it in it

rough noises in my dreams, stirs restlessness in your soul; i check on you… you're fine 𓇼𓇼𓇼 (check it out), each day's moment, seems to be like a comic illustration, personalized through thoughts; thoughts attached to at least a mesmerizing song, exactly as the love's mood accepts its own ego; own ego has evil one too, who wants to be amused without justifying itself to no one, but on contrary; contrary to one, will be another, who's fully exposed and terrified by the fire of stress in a way amnesic; (so check it out), each day's moment so seems to be; (a comic illustration, personalized through thoughts);