Dreams they feel like memories when I drem of you.
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
Be silent in a group of people
See what they reveal to you.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
Dreams they feel like memories when I drem of you.
Absence is presence.
You never left.
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up, that’s what kills you.
I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.