wading in limen in wonder

You are alone. Some times.

ANd yet not. There is you. Me.

I am telling you that what matters is not that you are.

What matters is the times you wake up from the dream you are not.

But you are not. And are. And I. I am a fake or a true force within you

that tells you what you want. And what you want changes with seconds

and you want you back and you never return the same second as the previous one back.


And that which you love shines it is your little game, not a consolation, a game that you know how to play very well with words, and you shall juggle them

into the right mode of lonely less

there is love beyond language and there is no word for it

and for that reason alone you may me smile.