It's so much more easier to to talk to you when you are not around. The make belief you is more comforting than your real presence, I suppose. The conversations I have had with you in my head, I would like to see them transpire into the transcendental world - the parallel universe in which we rejoice the requiem of fancy oh so requited and unsolicited together.
I would rather be there. In the electric blue cosmic light where the void between my voice and breath identifies with the one between my thoughts and words; where I can find my song and not be afraid to float it to your ears. With time perhaps but someday nonetheless.
I would rather be there. In the electric blue cosmic light where the void between my voice and breath identifies with the one between my thoughts and words; where I can find my song and not be afraid to float it to your ears. With time perhaps but someday nonetheless.
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