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.
The Queen & Spy Princess. Epicness.
As Maniac played...
S.P: *Hug*. I know, I'm so psyched about that no lie. But waiting for something that you really want & almost getting it... then *BAM*. I don't....it kinda sucks you know.
Q: Yeah baby... I know. Hopefully it will all work out... Just please drive safely while getting that head.
S.P: Amen. Amen. For sure. I wanna test my capability of handling intense pleasure & balancing it with concentration. O damn. I'm a fool.
Q: Said the mad scientist.
S.P: I love you.
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