Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

another morning, mourning yourself hidden in the sheets of my thoughts like a chameleon to invent others lovely future for us, zigzagging and alerted by every message appeared on your screen, with nothing from me another day for me with you as usually only in my dreams, — pretending happy hanging out with a lovely tea of jasmine in a metaphysical fiction, suggestively anticipating you'll know who knows you absorbs you setting you to take the hit