Hey You... — I don't love you. I only fell in love with your words painted and spread on me by your subtle mind talented to make me feel amazingly, as if I am a prayer, invoked and implored by all your idols to all of mine... Hey... — you you you ... the one that's chasing lights, — I don't love you. I don't love you exactly as i was supposed to do, — credibly, rightfully, honestly, but rather like a candy cocooned into the midnight sun thru your smartly graphical reflection able to make me look fell [in love] when in fact, i was as i'm still, — deep into you

it's [13:13], — call it dreaming, call it relative freedom or call it architecture with changeable shapes that dances with my silhouette in infinite games chic boosted by your fantasies to the brim, — [love]

❝ • if you can stay close to me and we can still be different • if the sun illuminates both of us without our shadows overlapping • if we can be “ourselves, us” in the middle of the world and together with the world crying, laughing, living • if every day we'll find out who we are and not the memory of how we were • if we give each other without knowing who will be first and who will be the last • if your body will sing with mine because together it's joy… — so it will be love… ...and will not be in vain to wait for each other so much.❞