to J.
a year ago i had a dream about you:
we were sitting in the back seat of a car.
the car was travelling and you were sleeping.
my head was resting on the seatback, my face so close to your naked shoulder that my lips were almost touching your tattoo.
i was feeling your scent and trying to hold my breath, because i was afraid, it would burn your skin and wake you up.
in a while, you moved in your sleep and the back of your hand lay down on my knee. my heart missed a beat.
i was looking at your palm and its gravity or "the fear that the spell may be broken" made me freeze.
after a while, my hand approached yours, but stopped in the air, millimeters before touching it.
then your fingers lifted up and interweaved with mine.
a wave of electricity broke out, ran up my arm, and reached my heart turning it into liquid fire that filled my body, my mind, and the entire universe.
so, that is what we were doing in my dream - we were holding hands.
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the car was cruising and the surroundings were flying by.
the wind was bending the trees and chasing the clouds high above swiftly changing hot dazzling sunlight with cool shadows.
it felt like the world was slipping away, swirling the road behind us with cosmic speed and we were completely still.
it appeared our hands were generating a private spacetime and nothing outside it mattered, and nothing else was real besides the unbelieveble reality of us being there in a surrealistic timeless equilibrium.
we were sitting in the back seat of a car.
the car was travelling and you were sleeping.
my head was resting on the seatback, my face so close to your naked shoulder that my lips were almost touching your tattoo.
i was feeling your scent and trying to hold my breath, because i was afraid, it would burn your skin and wake you up.
in a while, you moved in your sleep and the back of your hand lay down on my knee. my heart missed a beat.
i was looking at your palm and its gravity or "the fear that the spell may be broken" made me freeze.
after a while, my hand approached yours, but stopped in the air, millimeters before touching it.
then your fingers lifted up and interweaved with mine.
a wave of electricity broke out, ran up my arm, and reached my heart turning it into liquid fire that filled my body, my mind, and the entire universe.
so, that is what we were doing in my dream - we were holding hands.
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the car was cruising and the surroundings were flying by.
the wind was bending the trees and chasing the clouds high above swiftly changing hot dazzling sunlight with cool shadows.
it felt like the world was slipping away, swirling the road behind us with cosmic speed and we were completely still.
it appeared our hands were generating a private spacetime and nothing outside it mattered, and nothing else was real besides the unbelieveble reality of us being there in a surrealistic timeless equilibrium.