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.
