Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

very frequently, i tend to travel through the visionaries' escapades; shows me that their life stories serve to betray the others' life stories; waiting on a blue sky, seems a parallel which reminds you to exclaim, — (the course of history repeat itself, regularly) (epochs change but motivations continue to stay the same) the life, — a jagged emollient, it bargains in the weight of words; inevitable, it bleeds flattery' cosmology of so-called gods on so-called devils; humans tame humans, (but) who are those more wildly than the others (...‽) who are more dangerous, — the friend or the enemy (...‽) (the one who's kept outside the door or the one let inside, consuming all) (who evaporates first while blames you for each and every thing...‽) where's the boundary of the friendship to cope with not getting fucked down (…‽) why others know what's better for your life when their first rule is to feed you with fear (robed in translucent silhouettes of times,  reincarnat

fragile, in the thoughts of yours, the thunderclouds brought to you the natural scent of love I'm in

if I'd be asked right now, who's the best one for me, perhaps my answer would be quickly like this, — the best one for me is the one who loves me, is the one who knows to touch my soul with surgical precision is the one who's targeting with the top of words my thrills and my feelings, while offering me deeply and unforgettable experiences is the one who's transforming the fiction I live in non-fiction, caring for the music of my heart to not lose its playful rhythm and the priceless attitude is the one whose mind flies like invasive birds, or explosively, as if I'd be the only option, or the last bullet in a gun, whistling to spread all over, only pure joy

the flashbacks are vibrating pandemonium in my soul, — [feel you next to me…] my thoughts are monopolized by your thoughts, — [delightfully], [as usually...] you're moaning... — [while suavely, my lips are planting on your lips my name]; I'm your unique muse, — [once I'm called, I appear like a verse in your dream]; picture to picture, the fantasies gush forth, — [in your convoluted lascivious hypostases that I am...] energy temptation, heart, time, day, night, tones, love while flashbacks are vibrating metaphorically in my soul, asking, — why... why you're just a poetry...‽