this takes longer than expected but to no surprise. the repercussions of your touch linger in my mind, every cell seems to remember well, every inch of this room seems to have captured the magic to spill it slowly into the soft slumber of my dreams. i bet i am exaggerating. i just don´t know the limits anymore, maybe everything seems enhanced and bigger than life to me these days. maybe the mediocrity doesn´t register with a starved soul. despite the obligatory doubts i feel perfectly swell: the tides crush in and out and second thoughts appear to no avail: they can´t really perturb my yearning. with a swift move the waves made of sighs and moon beams and fairy tales wash away what doesn´t belong: thy queendom may come.

so i look at his young eyes and the inherent loveliness and tenderness and his soft soul. there is a strength behind this insecurity that i well know. for now, i can´t really reach across the divide - i am still caught in my web of dreams nestled in the memory of a man who may never know who i am.