I need you
the present-day has proposed to me a pilgrimage through thoughts, encouraging me to access elegantly some of those moments spoken, engraved, inscribed, taped, engrafted as ǝʌᴉʅ memory, (for some) while (for others...), deep down, a (hoodoo...), (woman just for you...), to find out if you'll ever call me back... you, who perceived me in songs' scent calculated in a diplomatic climate, classy attired in lusty transparency, as your whisper was reaching out to me, clinically moaning, – (I need you‧‧‧) without letting me time to think to all that you've been thinkin'... acting, as if you'd possessed a pilot's psyche domesticated by a crazy woman's love ☼ day of today has proposed... I complied
