watching movies with the sound off. dreaming you were somewhere else but you’re right here.

it’s so magical, but your head’s in the next moment and it’s like you were never even here.

i’m far away from you, but always with you. i dance in your mind, my smile replays softly. you remember me in pictures, soft and pastel like. creamy around the edges, child-like, a bubble pops in your heart.

but i am not yours, and you are not mine.

we are more creative that way.

i like making art to the idea of you, miss making love to the feel of you.

some things never really end, you are in my sound.

my morning and evening inspiration, the light in the day and the pull of pleasure at night.

forever yours,