I went looking for him in the mirror to find his face in my reflection
I went looking for him in my subconscious
to find his mind echoing my thoughts
painting ideologies of who I am.
creating an abstract master piece of a soul that mirrors his.
He was my third eye
he took me to mystical avenues
with a passport and visa to a new time signature
giving birth to a journey of enlightenment
He was a choreographer of existence
bringing about comtemporary
movements that draw the roots of my heart to musical notations
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They speak.
I hear.
I breath.
He looks.
They run.
I look away.
I turn back.
They disappear.
I wake up.
They are gone.
Them and he;
are just shadows.
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The Dreamer
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