Lost And Found
Gosh, I don't really know how to explain the way I feel tonight. Why is it so difficult to breathe? Why my heartbeat is so fast and heavy? Why my memory insists on recreating things I had forgotten? The faded photograph is now full of colour; it shines and dazzles me. Some weeks ago I thought (because of a dream) it was a mere abstraction, but suddenly it ceased to be so.
Now I can recognise all the features, the circles into the circles, the sounds, the touch... It all's become so vivid.
Now I remember why I like the kind of shoes I wear, why I like Batman, why I like staring at dripping windows when it rains, why I always look for something in men's eyes, why a lot of things.
This is definitely weird. First a dream and then the answer.
Now I can recognise all the features, the circles into the circles, the sounds, the touch... It all's become so vivid.
Now I remember why I like the kind of shoes I wear, why I like Batman, why I like staring at dripping windows when it rains, why I always look for something in men's eyes, why a lot of things.
This is definitely weird. First a dream and then the answer.
---Another stupid phase begins---
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