A sun-dried afternoon or an empty yellow room can show you compassion and vulnerability as a sexual intercourse.
Leaving you behind with the pale times wasn’t the worst thing perhaps,
But these midnight musings of the souls injects misery…utter misery.
Puffed Breathings, paradoxical meditations and a surreal murder.
Take me to that Neverland…
Make an unapologetic lover out of me and roll the spring before that bewitching, sultry dance of the cosmos starts.
Dance away..asshole..dance away,
for the lives we didn’t bloom within the distance of our souls.
Indeed “forgetting is so long”.
But sometimes even bliss and misery should kiss each other on those age old lips.