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Disease of the Dream & Reality.


In my dream... As thoughts fight with each other & reach a conclusion;

So. I thought about you....no. I've been thinking about you so I decided to write about you. I think I did already.

Maybe I did like what I got. I'm sure I did. Why else would I be thinking?

They way you tried. The little details. The music.

The Grass.

*Straight face* "Is that all you need me for?"- I laughed.

Maybe. Sort of. Yes.

Because you care about what I think. You already knew what I thought. But so courageous to make me think otherwise.

You felt like a particular knight didn't you?

Your so little, lost self with such a unused brain.

I like it. I use my energy to pick it up & feed on it.

You like it.

The brilliance in my appetite.

The brilliance in the Art.

*Pause*. The repeated fragrance I knew for a couple of days continuously.

Awakened...

I still want this lost treasured soul.

I might just allow the value to glisten.