dear reader‧‧‧, before throwing yourself in the void of my thoughts and navigate in all my dreamt and undreamed dreams, take with you the bow and arrows, — my mind is a jungle ⋯ by the way, — try to wing onto yourself even a camera to immortalize anything ⋯ adjusts the film on the spot, — lengthwise, width, up, down, and rotary, to explore (my nameless stars...), (my nameless loves...), elegantly masked in an allusive content ⋯ remark, — in this galaxy of my universe, you'll be able to feel my mood inside you, as if you've been lured under the spell of a bad woman blues... ⋯ or you could have good╱bad luck in finding yourself when you look for me or, as you do, to get lost ⋯ if somehow, it'll happen, follow the path of the good and beauty, and you'll be guided back to the light‧‧‧, my soul is self-satellite ᶜᵒᶜᵒoneᵈ in the blue spectrum's essences 🗢

under the influence of your happiness, your thoughts in my direction are arriving at me drunkenly and with a ton of nerves playing with my mind; under the influence of your eagerness, your eyes are sketching up and down in my soul, using an unknown alphabet with letters corrupted by your ecstasy; under the influence of your tenderness, the night from here with the sun there it's diluting in my moon and untangled in your stars to follow you follow me to wish you to wish me happy holidays 🎄