sit... look at me do nothing just dive yourself inside of my lullaby time with devotion sneaks up through you nightly daily [abandoned] you inside of you be sound of a rainbow kiss my whisper with your disarming smile I'm not dreaming, — [still want you]

In the presence of the present, I'm afraid you're afraid I'm afraid that I love you‥ (and that's true). I love you using the lips of those that convert each melody in a chouette, (hard-rock-lover). So I hope you will intend to order strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate for some chills & fever. The store is on the dreams' alley, next to tempting whispers' corner at the parterre of longing, (open).

I jog on a cloudy and undecided zone where loneliness and the need to be with others mix, like the day with the night. I can not be me-me, as I would like to be, openly, sociable, but neither to stay hidden, isolated, as I have sometimes the impulse to do it. And the inability to choose one of those paths, it's like a diabolic crush.

one, freaked out, suddenly, and turned its back on you but what to see, like one, was others acting the same evilly gesture committed was more than constipated  intolerable to get defined with noble gaze, you smiled the picky life with class reminded you to tell it, [pass] ‧‧‧ subtle... [between the lines]