Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

not insipid, not inodorous, not insoluble not without a face, not without a physique not black, not white, not both sides not without identity, not an entity not intangible, not indecipherable not with phobias, not with chaos but just in the aptitude of the ecstasy guided from nowhere to everywhere in visions of the paradise we belong with hallucinogenics inclinations (whispered the love's sound in some longing's realm)  

At any end of the year, the same game is unfolded. The present year asks if I feel guilty about anything, or if it has to feel guilty about something. Then, it hinted me to keep only the good memories, the rest, it said, — please, put it in on me. Inevitably, it kept on, — I know you learned new things, or at least, some suspicions of yours were confirmed. For a moment, I was surprised when it changed a few words with the new year, which, even if it appeared disguised as a tiny white rabbit, I recognized it by its manner of gazing at me. It was receiving some advice… — the old year said to the new one, — (love her madly). Let her happiness act for you as (your best enemy).

some tribulation is dawdling me till feelings of an authentic cringe get adequately to you to manifest the dialect… why-to-understand when sounds charming in what seems comely, like a thrill, while during the feigned touch of mine offers joy and directs my pulse inside your cardiac territory, just to dive me inside you, ingeniously