sinful memoirs

dreams

there's a funny little thing called dreams.

a small scenario in a film, where the color grading looks like cotton candy, and the buildings are small like lego bricks. i dreamed about you it seems, daydreaming? dreaming while sleeping? i can't remember.

all i know is you were there, and you're not going anywhere.

and i desperately held myself close to you, despite all efforts i try to belong to you.

but i'm too scared.

you talk to me everyday, i mostly talk since ive got so much shit to say. shit that somehow you learn to digest and shit that you never get tired with.

you never get tired of me, damn.

but wait. just wait, this spell of intrigue will expire soon.

you'll be like the rest of them, and i know you'll leave me sooner than later.

i know you'll leave me.

that . . . i am not prepared for.

for now i dream . . .