it is a fleeing dream and you grab onto it as it passes. But then grabbing is useless in dreams...You just have to let it pass through you and dream you might dream of it again someday. In the real world distances are so close. Never are you far away. I listen to that song you had to have. You don't have it cause you have to hear your own thoughts, whisper your own tunes and make you own day a song to live in. I don't believe you can ever find the proper words to speak your mind. What you say always feels like a brick wall where i smash onto...One wall for each dream.One thought for each feeling. Thinking always leads you astray. Breathe and live and all comes where it should. I can only hope and dare to be in your thoughts not as a word. I am not trying to grab a dream. Any moment you choose to give me will be a new universe to live in. Places will be there. People will turn gray or colorful as you lose and meet people. All will be the same but these moments. In there lies all their magnificence. In that you will never live one even similar. My body always blossoms in the thought of your touch. My thoughts fly with you. And no words can fit you inside them. My words stop having you in them as you slip into somewhere deeper where no one can reach but you. I could await;butI stop waiting that dream. Still I always feel lighter in each breeze...
faraway...so close...
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