Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my eyes on you behind the stars are breathing time, intensifying the magic of our blue club composition, scattered by the beauty of the memories, on wings of the moon, at the apogee of a hypothetical world full of passion, and the endlessness of lovely fantasy where is no ceiling, or any other surface-level kind, for I rooted you in me a bunch of times and got it all