Sometimes, I feel like… you visit me while I’m asleep and poke on my thoughts.
How do you know the exact subjects that I focus on? I may have mentioned them previously but might’ve already forgotten.
Your memory and mind is admirable. I would say something chapters ago and you wouldn’t miss to remind me that you didn’t forget. Your vivid decrypting mimes… says it all.
I think I’m in love with your mind… but your beautiful soul casually visit in the avenues of my dreams. You get to ask me questions that I don’t even recall anymore but I would find myself waking up, responding to them all.
After awhile, my answers to your questions would visit my mind… again. But I’m still in oblivion about everything else… that you said.
Your face, it’s everywhere… your beautiful face… and you… smiling back at me… is what I’d mostly see.
Your heart beats in mine, can you feel it too?
And your presence…
how I mostly get to feel… like a warm ribbon of light that kisses my soul… as soon as I slowly… blink my eyes… on a chill… rainy… afternoon.
Rainy Afternoon Whiff of Thoughts.
May you find yourself between the lines.
