To Feel Once Again.
To feel?
Universe says no.
The spectrum that lies and fills with the notion of impossibilities says no.
And yet, I feel. And it is for you that I feel.
Triumphant but none the less, I crumble before I can touch.
Because it is known that I know, of such troubles that will come.
I wish for such things.
That you didn’t exist in this existence but maybe in my very own.
The very one that burns inside the consciousness; wanting to become my reality.
