You put the rules. You let the joy burrow like the light at the crack. You keep the dream alive.
You put the rules. You let the joy burrow like the light at the crack. You keep the dream alive.
Company. A look. Invisible caress. Living memory. It embraces a moment. Among theories. Worlds unknown. It illuminates. Every after.
Adjutant. Thorough. A mussel stuck on you. Partner. Sweet conqueror.
Sunny days. You enjoy. Random communication bathes you in the light.
They compose words. Sentence desire. You reverently repeat. A pray. It decorates your hours.
Freckles adorning her face. Sweet colour in the summer sun. It lightens her eyes. Holding captives.
Sometime. The light diminishes. You are lost again. A shithole. Become your house. It offers you punishment. It releases. Duties. Goals. Fade. Hope annihilates. Until two hands bring you on the surface. Free to count again. Happiness. Sadness. To overcome your loss. To continue asking. Like it’s the first time.
Without choosing. You walk. Indifferent to colorless numbers, you leave free space. To be filled with life.

Music. Melodies of your own composer. An exclusive privilege. You yearn. Time to spend. The endless silence to erase.
Take me. Together. A smile like a hug. Journey and destination.